Roller Coaster Ride

Danny and I were packing everything up and getting ready to hit the road. Adios Rexburg, Hola Post Falls. Things were coming along. Half the house was packed. We hit the road on a Thursday (much MUCH later then we wanted to...eh hem (not our fault)), and traveled up north. We spent all day Friday looking for a place to live. When we were driving to put our application in to the best of the worst I made the comment, "this just doesn't feel right. I don't know what we are doing." To which my lovely husband responds, "we felt good about me going to school here, WE ARE DOING IT!" BRING IT ON! We put in the application, paid the money and headed west to our week long vaca with his family. Driving home, a week later, Danny breaks. It didn't feel right. We discussed all our options for three hours on our much longer drive home. Decision made. Call and get Danny into all online classes. Cancel and lose our money on the town home. Get to work getting our small house ready to be a home for a us and a baby. It was the right decision. I chose a doctor, (first time I chose a Dr. for this baby) know where I am delivering, living room painted, trim painted, shelves are made, I know how I am putting my living room, and much much more great things. But there are the bad...I won't go into them, no one really wants to know that stuff anyways, but it is rough. And HELLLLOOO EMOTIONS! I cry at the slightest thing. Danny says something, not meant to be mean or harsh, and I bust out the waterworks. No control. But I must give credit where credit is due. Danny is a TROOPER and I couldn't have picked a better one. He is patient. He is hard working. He is kind. He is gentle. But most importantly, he loves me, and I couldn't think of a better companion to be on this roller coaster ride with.