I asked DH the other night that if I couldn't have babies at all, would he be alright with it, and his answer gave me goosebumps. He said, "we have each other, and that's enough." Aaaand cue the waterworks. It's so like DH to say that and make me feel better and warm all over.
So this week is my last week at home. I'm gonna start work next week after a three week break. I can't say I'm excited about it. I'm definitely not excited about dealing with difficult people at the office. I'm pretty comfortable with my routine now:
6.45 a.m - get up for prayers. And then go back to sleep
8.00 a.m - get up for my pills. Breakfast and see DH off to work. And then go back to sleep
11.00 a.m - shower. Prepare lunch (if I'm up to it)
12.00 p.m - 5.30 p.m - catch up on TV shows until DH gets back from work. Prayer in between.
DH won't' let me do any house work while I'm on this break, so I've really been a lady of leisure. Now you see why I'm not too excited about going back to work. Must.get.myself.mentally.prepared.for.next.week. Oh well, I'll do that on Sunday. Right now, I'm gonna continue snuggling under my blanket.