At the end of the day, no matter what type of day it was, after all these years, I still get that relief sensation whenever I see my husband. I don’t know if it is a feeling associated with security of the relationship. Or the mere fact that he is the wonderful guy that has taken us to incredible levels in our commitment making it the most amazing relationship I have ever been in. All that with little or less experience in a relationship than most guys his age. He’s not perfect but the genuity he has in every action he takes is perfectly from his heart. Because of that, I have learned to believe what he says and trust what he does. That is hard to accomplish, but not impossible.

45 Lessons in Life Worth Remembering

I wish I could take credit on this wonderful presentation.  This was sent to me by a former instructor who has been a great source of inspiration all these years, Dan Athey.  We’ve probably heard about these lessons at some point in our lives and in other forms.  But here, it is all simply stated and direct to the point. 

I officially have two more months to go before my son is born. Two more months before my body can attempt to get back to normal. With my hyperthyroidism, I never really had to think about getting back into shape after pregnancy. With my daughter, I lost too much weight. With my son, I lost more than the baby weight after pregnancy and reached the lowest weight I had since I was 13. With this one, it has been an entirely different story. Not only did I gain weight before the pregnancy, I am gaining the recommended pounds per week. It is a relief because it shows that the baby is growing normal. But its kind of dreading on my end.

So far, with all the health issues, it has been so hard to find a balance in anything. There are days I know I’m not eating enough and then when I finally get more than one proper meal a day, I’m suffering from gas, bloating and constipation for days. I can’t lay down or sit comfortably. When I take my water pill, it takes hours for me to recuperate. I barely can reach the bathroom each every 3 minutes to go. It’s a relief when I have an excuse not to take it but then I suffer days of consequence. Its starting to take almost a good 3 days or more for heart to stop from feeling like its gonna stop pumping when I go up the stairs. Doesn’t help the bladder either since I can’t really piss normal without the pills. Even with all the bloating, I still feel so dehydrated.

At this point, trying to just make it through the day without having to lay down so much is becoming so difficult. I want to do so much more on my computer but I can’t sit for long. Either I’m fatigued or the baby kicks so much I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing anyway. But when I’m laying down he still kicks around for a long time before he settles and I can fall asleep. Its also when I start brainstorming so I have my notepad to write on. I’ve finally made use of my cell’s capabilities. The kid is already forcing me to be more geeky.

There’s really something to be said about spending quality time with your loved ones as opposed to just getting material things in exchange for the attention.  Now I know why they say money can’t buy happiness, etc.  I think in the back of my mind, I’ve always known that.  Getting the material things I wanted from my parents never made up for the lack of essence in my relationship with them.  The fondest memory I had with them was when we were in a room together at the same time but we were all doing our own thing.  I remembered the peace and contentment that I experienced at that moment.  Even though we traveled together to amusement parks, Disney Land had nothing on that time.  But that moment only happened once from but its one I like to remember from time to time.  Not even the game nights we had as a family compared to that. 

I think that when you decide to be in the same room even when you aren’t doing the same thing, speaks how much you just like being with each other.  Its just as good as doing the same thing together, but let’s face it, we all have different interests.  My husband and I can be such opposites when it comes certain things.  But the one thing that we have in common is that we like being in each other’s presence.  I don’t necessarily get into what he likes to do nor does he in mine.  Even though its often advised that the bedroom should only be for sleeping or for adult intimacy, we don’t follow that rule.  We do everything in our room.  We each have our own desks, the kids (and the hubby) plays the Wii in our room and we watch our shows in our room.  The kitties also like to sleep in the bed with us.  But even with all that, it hasn’t made it seem less intimate for us.  In fact, it lets us all spend time together.