So our Fourth of July weekend was an absolute blast - we met up with family down at the lake and took Mom's new boat out. Ate some good burgers, caught up with the goings on and generally enjoyed doing nothing...I took lots of pictures. I am in none - so really I can't prove I was there - but I was and it was fun. Maybe when I figure out where I put my camera - I'll post some on here.
So I thought I'd post about patience - and really, these are just a few examples, I'm sure there are many more. But girls, when you find out you are pregnant, start praying right then that God will be with your husband and give him more patience, he will need it. The following list just goes to show what a wonderfully, patient husband I have, God bless his heart.
- Friday, July 4th. We were in charge of drinks and ice. So we loaded up that morning, got all 80 lbs of ice, tons of drinks (water and sodas) into the truck and headed out on our 30 minute drive to the lake. We get to Troup (10 minutes out) and I tell Keith that Troup sure does have a good Sonic. Oh! And speaking of Sonic, Uncle Danny was bringing Sonic ice today for the tea...what, the tea?! Where was it? My four gallons of Red Diamond Sweet Tea sure were at home. Keith didn't miss a beat, first, he stops at the REALLY good Troup Sonic, gets us a drink and promptly goes home to recover our tea. He didn't even sigh.
- Also on July 4th. I have three dogs. Chuy (5 years old), WT (4 years old) & Shea (2 years old). Chuy is my most emotional and with this pregnancy has really pulled my heart strings more than once. He ends up going on trips with me all the time b/c when he refuses to take his treat and go into the kitchen it literally brings me to tears. So on July 4th, we are heading to the lake - and Chuy is going with us. Really, I don't play favorites, but he is jumping over the 4ft baby gate and really freaks out with firecrackers. So all day, Chuy lives it up, he really, really likes the boat! Here come the firecrackers that night and he flips out. So Keith, being the patient man he is, scoops Chuy up and takes him into the room (there was a rented room at the lake so we would have a/c). When I finally find them, they are both curled up on the bed, Keith completely missing the fireworks so he can keep Chuy sane. Yeah, patience.
- Saturday, July 5th. First, the dumb bank and electric company get their wires crossed and claim I did not pay our electric bill. I get this notice as I am heading out the door to met Mom, Michelle and Logan. It makes me mad, b/c I know I paid it. Then I doubt myself (given the recent forgetful nature I find myself in) and spend the next 10 minutes trying to talk to someone - I never get anyone and leave, really upset. I'm late, I get to the meeting spot about 20 minutes from our house - and we go out for our day of baby shower registering and such. Later that day when Mom drops me off at my truck - I can't find my keys. Literally, I did not set my purse down - where could they be?! Lets try, the truck. Yep, locked them in the truck and had to call my husband to come unlock it for me. He may have grumbled on his way down (he didn't let on though), but he brought all the dogs and just gave me a hug and followed me home. Yep, patience.
- Sunday, July 6th - I think I had a normal, non-patience testing day. See Keith, God answers prayers.
- Monday, July 7th. Woke up with a sore throat - not fun. Was getting to go to the chiropractor today - woohoo! I get my morning work done and head out for my 11:30 appt. Only they call at 11:15 and ask if I am okay since my appt was at 11 they were worried. Blast! I forgot my time! So they fit me in, chalk it up to pregnancy hormones and penciled me in for the next 6 weeks to come at 11:30 - now if I get my times mixed up - I'll just be early. Keith took me to lunch after my appt (which I didn't get out of until 12:15 b/c they worked me in). Thus making his lunch hour late and all that fun stuff. He didn't say a word. Just smiled at me, gave me a hug and ordered me a Dr. Pepper. What a patient man.
- Tuesday, July 8th. My perception of time was never good. Try putting a 3 lb baby in my tummy, giving me a sore throat and sending me to Alto to work. I think Keith called me 4 times making sure I was okay b/c I kept telling him I'd be heading home soon. I got home at 8 - and walked in to a freshly baked pizza and the realization that I didn't have to cook. So much for Keith's plans tonite - but he hasn't said a word. See, patience.
Oh, I'm sure there are many, many more examples - only I can't remember them. Must be the forgetfulness that they say comes with pregnancy. Wander if this is something Keith will have to put up with after the baby gets here...