Since the Pilot is back in Georgia tying up loose ends at work for a month before he comes to Tucson for good, weekends have been rough. It’s funny because in a way, it feels like being back in Tucson is almost more difficult than it would have been if we went somewhere new. All of my friends that we used to hang out with have their own lives… with husbands/boyfriends/busy schedules too/etc. Hence, why weekends are rough.
I was invited to be the third wheel at two different dinners tonight. After declining, I’m sitting here moping around the apartment. Definitely having “a day” over here, and I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that the weekend is back. Weekends have always been a hard time, especially when we’re apart or during deployments. It’s when everything stops from my crazy week schedule and I realize I’m chilling here, by myself. This particular weekend was an extra kinda bummer because my BBT took a nosedive this morning.
I woke up, and it was back in the 96 range. I couldn’t go back to sleep because I was so confused (Aunt Flow isn’t due for another week and a half), and then convinced myself that maybe it was because of implantation? Maybe? I have no idea.
Yesterday, I almost took home a puppy from the Humane Society. I was about this close, but something was telling me to wait. So fingers crossed that there might be a reason…
Instead of moping and letting this bother me, I’m going to use the energy to take care of myself and be confident that things will work out and happen the way they’re supposed to.