The coast is clear

Well, most of the drama has cleared the air here. And that is great because I think I was ready to start pulling out my hair from everything.

Poor Cowboy, he had it pretty hard for the past week. He had to deal with not only work drama, but handle his best friend passing, the funeral, and Football Fanatics family (basically taking them anywhere and everywhere for the entire week). I think I saw him for a total of 10 mins all week. It was really hard to not be able to comfort him when I would call him and could tell he was having a tough time of everything.

Even though, in some ways I think the past week was healing for him. It put details in his mind instead of dealing with the drama surrounding everything.

By the way, to be in full dress uniform, standing in direct sun, when it's over 90 degree's has to be a form of torture. I was in a loose dress and ready to pass out. Poor SuperBoy and Chucky were dripping with sweat by the end of the the 15 min. ceremony.

The other major drama that happened last week or so, was that they found low fluid around the baby, so I had to go for more tests to see exactly how much fluid was there, and possible causes of the low fluid. I was also put on "almost" bed rest. Basically laying around, and drinking lots and lots of fluids. Not really getting up too much, but could do basic things, just wasn't allowed to do any things like actual housework, or anything that could stress me out.

I guess all of that laying around worked because the fluids were up a bit when they checked them this week. They're still a little low, but not to where it's considered a danger, as long as I continue to take it easy and drink lots the baby and I should be in the clear.

I never want to have a week like the last couple of ones just passed ever again. Even though there is still a feeling of apprehension, waiting for the next shoe to fall, so to speak.

Time to go play with the kids and to quit worrying about what I can not change.