Wednesdays....

Wednesdays are hard days emotionally in our home. It is the day "Daddy" comes to visit. He may also come on Sundays, but so far that hasn't worked out as well.

At least 2 of the kids have said to me that they notice that they have noticed mood changes since Daddy has left. One said he noticed that in general he is more angry and cries more. I told him that it was perfectly normal to feel that way and that he was hurting and that I was glad that he saw that he had those emotions and to make sure he talked to me so that we could deal with them together.

An older child said she noticed that on Wednesdays after his visit she felt her mood change too. She said she felt more depressed. Last week her attitude was pretty bad, today it doesn't seem nearly as bad.

Last week I had tried to stay here while he was here, today I didn't even try. Although I did spend time with him at the store (he has a car and brought my groceries back to my house for me) I didn't stay with him long and we didn't talk much, except about the food he was buying. I was then able to go hang out with a friend and already have plans with another friend for next week.

I feel better about having had to deal with him today, not sure if it was cause I knew it wouldn't be long or because I went and talked to my counselor last night, but either way it helped.

Asking for prayer

I have been having a very hard time. I miss my husband like crazy. Seeing him or even just seeing a text from him still really hurts.

The past week and a half

Have been pretty hard emotionally. My husband really left at the beginning of January  but until the beginning of February he was still around rather often looking for a place to sleep. By the early part of February that finally calmed down. He was no longer bouncing around and had pretty much settled in with his girlfriend. But they were not able to completely stay where they were. Kinda a long story.

But last weekend they moved into their "own" apartment. Sunday started day one of him moving his things out of our home. I was not here to see it and I am very glad that I wasn't. Wednesday however I had planned on being here when he came. God had other plans for me I guess.

I have always had stomach issues and I tend to hold stress in too much, although I have to admit that I thought I was doing better then I guess I was. By noon on Wednesday I was in so much pain I couldn't take it anymore and had a friend drive me to the er. After a night in the hospital, blood work, ultrasounds on both my body and the baby all was determined to be ok.