Sleeping with a cop

After being out of town for the past two weekends, camping and then a wedding, I was really looking forward to coming home to act like a little old lady who goes to bed by 9 and is asleep by 10.  Instead the LEO life took over once more... 

Sunday Night: 13 text messages and phone calls (all after midnight!).

Monday Night: 2 text messages, 1 call (some random butt dialing), showered and got ready somewhere around 3 a.m, came back an hour and a half later to unload his pockets ever so LOUDLY on the nightstand.  SERIOUSLY, the keys were tossed on to the wooden surface.  And since I'd rolled over to his side of the bed, he didn't wake me ever so gently as I would've done to him (although I probably would've just slept on the other side).  No!  Instead his urgency to get to sleep means I get SHOVED over.  Excuse me!!!   

I say it's time to move out!  ...out of the bedroom that is!!!  

Bloody Massacre

It's been a while my friends.  A lot has happened but let me update you on how I broke the news to that OH!-so-poetic husband of mine that we had in fact been pregnant and had a miscarriage.  Click HERE for more details.

As you can imagine, the day the bleeding started was a sad day.  I left work a little early and waited for him to come home.  I sat on the couch, and waited.

He came home.  Kiss, kiss, and off he went to his reading corner, the bathroom.  Although I had already sat there for an hour or so, I still didn't know how to bring it up.  My mind slowly and lethargically raced to find the words to use.

Upon his return, he asked the most carefully worded question of his life...thus far!