John goes back to work on Thursday. Yesterday the tears started flowing. When John is home we aren't the type of coupled who get sick of each other, and need our space,well ok, sometimes but I don't secretly wish he would be at work, and we could just go back to a normal schedule. We have fun. Even though this last month and a half has been anything but fun, we have had lots of fun, mixed in with lots of pain. In our almost 7 years of marriage, with lay offs (2), 2 kids which John got to take leave for, and with this motorcycle crash, we have gotten to spend months together at a time. Everytime he goes back to work it's is so hard, it's like my best friend is leaving me and I'm going to be all alone. Of course that is not really the case, he does come home every night and all, but it's not the same as having him there all the time. So anyway, I have 2 days left and everytime I think about Thursday coming I get a little sad, ok yesterday it was a lot sad, but I'm pulling the pregnancy hormone card and saying I'm so weepy (ok sobbing in the bathroom) because I'm 8 months pregnant. Ok all of a sudden I don't know where I'm going with all this. I've been up since 4 unable to sleep, and now I'm finally getting sleepy again, though I know the kids are about to wake up, so I can't go back to sleep. Anyway, I 'm just am going to miss my John.

(alright I know that was the most confusing, abrupt, wierd post ever, sorry about that, thanks for reading my sleep deprived ramblings anyway)