Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
A whole mess of new problems...
Wow, I haven't updated in a LOOOONG time. I'm sure there is a ton to write about, but since there is TOO much, I'll just write about the recent activities of our lives. Okay, specifically my life.
So as many of you know, one my my BFFs lives in Savannah, GA and her husband is currently deployed. Being the super awesome BFF that I am, I wanted to go visit her while he was gone so I could keep her company. I booked my flight over a month ago and was SO excited to go see her... until about two weeks before I was supposed to leave. Around that time, Tbill started waking up in the middle of the night EVERY night. For hours. Being the anxiety ridden nut job that I am, I decided this was because I was going to die and his baby intuition was telling him to spend as much time with me as he could, because I'd be dead in 14 days. So the lack of sleep combined with an already crazy person started causing me to have mini panic attacks. Also, since I was facing certain death, I wasn't able to fall asleep at night. So basically, I'd fall asleep between 11pm -12am, the baby would wake up between 1am - 2am and would be up for a good two hours. It was not a happy time in my home.
I went to the doctor for an unrelated issue and she noticed my legs shaking uncontrollably while I sat on her table. She asked me what was going on and that was when I broke down crying and telling her that I was going to DIE in a matter of days. So she asked me if I have ever had problems with anxiety in the past and I told her my mental health history, which includes a history of panic attacks and a prescription for Klonopin. So, thankfully, she refilled my prescription for my Klonopin so I would have it for the plane ride. Of course, then came the NEW anxiety of "what if I take my pills and I'm too mellow to jump out of the plane in case of an emergency landing on a farm in Alabama and I burn up and am the only fatality?" My doctor assured me that the anxiety I was feeling was totally normal and that many moms of young children have panic attacks when they think of dying and leaving their babies without their moms. So, I guess I felt somewhat better knowing I am not the only crazy person.
As you can tell from this blog, I DID survive the plane ride to and from Georgia and have a fun weekend with my friend. We only got into a minimal amount of trouble, just like the old days. Of course, when I got home, Ehee brought the kids to pick me up from the airport and Tbill refused to even look at me for 20 minutes. Apparently he was teach me a lesson to never leave him AGAIN!!
So it is now 3/30 and I started writing this on 3/14. That said, I'm over this post. I'm ending it here and will update again shortly.
So as many of you know, one my my BFFs lives in Savannah, GA and her husband is currently deployed. Being the super awesome BFF that I am, I wanted to go visit her while he was gone so I could keep her company. I booked my flight over a month ago and was SO excited to go see her... until about two weeks before I was supposed to leave. Around that time, Tbill started waking up in the middle of the night EVERY night. For hours. Being the anxiety ridden nut job that I am, I decided this was because I was going to die and his baby intuition was telling him to spend as much time with me as he could, because I'd be dead in 14 days. So the lack of sleep combined with an already crazy person started causing me to have mini panic attacks. Also, since I was facing certain death, I wasn't able to fall asleep at night. So basically, I'd fall asleep between 11pm -12am, the baby would wake up between 1am - 2am and would be up for a good two hours. It was not a happy time in my home.
I went to the doctor for an unrelated issue and she noticed my legs shaking uncontrollably while I sat on her table. She asked me what was going on and that was when I broke down crying and telling her that I was going to DIE in a matter of days. So she asked me if I have ever had problems with anxiety in the past and I told her my mental health history, which includes a history of panic attacks and a prescription for Klonopin. So, thankfully, she refilled my prescription for my Klonopin so I would have it for the plane ride. Of course, then came the NEW anxiety of "what if I take my pills and I'm too mellow to jump out of the plane in case of an emergency landing on a farm in Alabama and I burn up and am the only fatality?" My doctor assured me that the anxiety I was feeling was totally normal and that many moms of young children have panic attacks when they think of dying and leaving their babies without their moms. So, I guess I felt somewhat better knowing I am not the only crazy person.
As you can tell from this blog, I DID survive the plane ride to and from Georgia and have a fun weekend with my friend. We only got into a minimal amount of trouble, just like the old days. Of course, when I got home, Ehee brought the kids to pick me up from the airport and Tbill refused to even look at me for 20 minutes. Apparently he was teach me a lesson to never leave him AGAIN!!
So it is now 3/30 and I started writing this on 3/14. That said, I'm over this post. I'm ending it here and will update again shortly.
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