... Who By The Way, Is Blonde and Gorgeous
Ok.... get this... My husband, called me today and told me "Hey, hun! I just got back from having lunch with my 'friend' how was your doctor's appt?" She's blonde.. she's pretty. She hasn't gained 35 pounds in the last 7 and a half months. She is the 'perfect' girl. He hasn't said that, but I bet he's thinking it. I mean, I have stretch marks! I used to be a cheerleader! I have stretch marks now!
Any ways... I won't go on and on about that, because I'm probably just over-analyzing it...
I had a doctor's appoinment today, and he said "Yep, thats a girl you got in there!" So... ... It's almost official, I don't want to lean on what he says, because Alyssa was supposed to be a boy... Well, she's very much a girl. Anywho... I can't stop thinking that my husband is probably spending time with his "friend" and having a good time while I'm sitting here at home, huge alone, and very bored, missing him tremendously.
Maybe I should call him... I don't know though... I've never had any reason not to trust him, but I mean, look at the facts here... I'm 19, 35 pounds bigger than normal, I feel like a whale, I have stretch marks, and I'm a brunette... She's 18, beautiful, blonde, at least 40 pounds smaller than me, she's like the fish that the whale accidentally swallowed... Anyways... She's pretty much perfect, Although... Aric has always said that he loves me for my brains and not just my body. Which is probably a good thing considering after having Alyssa, my body was never the same... go figure...
Anyways, I'm tired and I am going to sit here with the phone and hope that he calls... I feel like I'm 16 again, waiting for the boy to call me after a date that didn't go perfect.
Am I wrong for being so worried about all this?
Ashlee