I’ve been attempting to update, I really have. In all honesty, however I just haven’t found the time to actually sit in front of the PC and do so. Adam called again this past Friday. He now knows everything that I know. He seemed semi concerned and told me to keep him updated. (Which I’ll gladly do as long as he stays in contact and I’m able to!)
Abbey is growing like a weed! Well I guess that isn’t exactly true since physically she’s still the size of the average 12 month old.. but still mentally she surprises me more and more with each passing day. Yesterday was another small milestone in her life… she turned 20 months old. I can’t believe in a mere four months she’ll be starting the ‘terrible twos’. It seems like only yesterday Adam and I brought her home from the hospital.. so tiny and helpless. With the deployment though it seems like she’s changed so much over the past year and I hate the thought of him having missed it.
Only 50 some odd days left though… we can make it!
So the VTC went well. Adam did indeed show up and we had a nice chat. After Abbey and I retured home, Adam finally called and we had a much needed talk. He promised he was sorry and that he would attempt to call back this past Saturday… so far nothing. *sigh*
I finally broke down and went to the doctor yesterday as my ‘virus’ wasn’t going away. Turns out they don’t think it’s a virus.. goodie. I was given various medications… some blood work… and various labs. Then I had to make a follow up appointment for an ultrasound of my abdomen. I guess it turns out that I might have gaul stones — GOODIE! Just what I need with my stress level already through the rough… more surgery. I just wish Adam would call so I can tell him. I’d hate for him to only know about it through a redcross message.
Thursday already? I swear I’ve been looking ahead in the week and I have no idea how this seemed to have snuck up on me. Nevertheless… I think I’m ready. I noticed that Adam’s roommate logged into his myspace today so I’m guessing there isn’t a blackout. Perhaps that means I’ll actually get a few minutes with the illusive Adam this evening. I’ve been contemplating what to wear and honestly I have no idea what to select. I’m babysitting this morning so attempting to select my wardrobe a few hours in advance isn’t plausable. I guess there’s that part of me that hopes there’ll be a blackout so I can prevent coming face to face with him. What’s wrong with me? He’s my husband.. the man I’ve been in a relationship with for the past five years. I shouldn’t be nervous… I keep trying to repeat this over and over to my girgling stomach.
The events of yesterday are all but a blur. I picked up Katie to take her to Dakota’s 12 month check up. All seemed fine as Abbey and I waited in the car. Then it happened.. I realized I had drained the battery. SHIT!! Well safe to say.. a nice gentleman later and we were good to go.
I dropped Abbey off at CDC and Katie and I attempted to reorganize my living room – a task that’s been lurking the shadows for a while now. It looks somewhat better but I feel I’ll never be truely happy with the shape of that room.
Still no word from Adam. I have a VTC on Thursday so as long as there isn’t a blackout.. I should get to speak with him then.
Awww it’s Sunday. I think the virus is slowly starting to vacate my body.
As I look around my trashed home, the realization of just how much cleaning and organizing is at hand, is suddenly starting to hit. Baby toys line the floors and my kitchen counter is burried somewhere beneathe a collection of various medications and empty bottle. Goodie… I don’t even want to mentally envision the bathroom at this point. I’m always been a sort of perfectionist (or so I’ve been told by those closest to me) but I must admit that motherhood has taken its toll on my neat existence. I must get things in order if only for my own sanity. Perhaps when Abbey naps?
Still no Adam.. tomorrow marks the one week mark since the email.
I can’t seem to shake this stomach flu.. in fact there are nights (such as last night) where I honestly think it’s getting worse instead of better. I keep telling myself the only good factor to many nights filled with trips to the bathroom is the amount of weight I’ve been able to lose since this plague struck. I had tremendous back pain last night. You know the kind that makes you want to do a home remedy and severe a few vertebrae to see if it calms the problem. Finally around 3 am I decided to take the plunge and hook up the heating pad. Even though I know it’s not the safest habit to use such a device in your bed… alas I felt at that point that I had few other options.
I still haven’t heard from Adam since that last email I received. I’m not sure at this point what to think.
I fell asleep VERY early last night. Around 7pm I made my way to bed and crashed. I never even heard the phone ring when Misty called. I awoke around 3am and noticed the missed call and automatically panicked that it was Adam — of course I was wrong. He still hasn’t called.
Way to prove you’ve changed, Ass Hole!
Abbey’s well-baby exam was yesterday morning. Over all, it went well. She now weighs 22lbs and is 29 inches long. Quite the tiny little girl. Her peditrician wasn’t concerned as much about her weight as she was about her height. Seems my little princess is the size of a 10-12 month old… It was also discovered during the exam that Abbey had a slight ear infection so an antibiotic was prescribed for that. Other than that.. her shots went beautifully. She cried for a few mere seconds and was perfectly happy again at the sight of her ’sticker’.
Afterwards, Christina and I took Abbey to the Waco zoo as a sort of reward for being such a big girl. She loved seeing all the animals and my only regret was not having brought along a camera.
Adam has of yet to contact me again even though he swore he would do so in his ‘apology’ sometimes I wonder if ‘I’m sorry’ is nothing but empty words to him.
I received an apologetic birthday e-card from Adam last night… he said he knew he had been nothing but an ass to me and swore he wanted to change. I’m reserving all judgment at this point. We’ll see.
Abbey is due in for shots in a bit…
I can’t say I remember much from last night. In fact, that last ‘real’ memory I have was of me agreeing to do Parrott Bay shots.. then this morning I was quite shocked to wake up in my own bed. Not sure of any other events that occurred.
