the flood

So...Mr. F and I have been trying to get me knocked up and to no avail.  Just after our trip to New Orleans, my period gave up the ghost, my body started freaking out, and I was convinced that I was pregnant.  But the mountain of pee sticks were not as certain.  Negative after negative came back for a few months and still no period came.  (I know, this is getting personal..hold on..)

A week ago Sunday was probably one of the worst days I've had in a long time.  It started with our bathroom flooding and leading to a hallway flood before church and just went downhill from there. It ended with my period coming, after months of nothing, it came on The Sunday That Shall Heretofore Be Referred to With a Cuss Word.  Guys, I lost it.  Absolutely lost it.  Sitting there sobbing uncontrollably as my dreams were literally flushed down the drain.   

My husband is a big man who inadvertently slams doors and knocks things over because he just doesn't know his own strength.  But at this moment, he was so gentle.  He wrapped me up, held me close, and just let me cry and mourn over something I didn't realize I had wanted so badly.  He could barely hear me, having a doozy of an ear infection in his good ear, but he just stayed and comforted.

The Sunday That Shall Heretofore Be Referred to With a Cuss Word led to The Monday of Such Awesomeness That We Celebrated Two Birthdays, erasing the pain of the day.  I always want to remember, however, how sweet and tender my husband was that afternoon, bringing me neon flowers because it was all he could find and sitting through hours of "The Property Brothers" with the family because I needed him near me on the sofa.  I am so grateful for that sweet husband of mine and hopeful about what our future still holds.