Lately I'm filling my time with projects and people and wine and yes, happiness, but deep inside I'm feeling very much like this.
We're not supposed to get pregnant yet, but I'm waiting to know when we will, and if it'll be OK. I'm supposed to find out where I'll be working next in about two weeks. I'm waiting to know where that'll be and what it'll be like. Yes, I feel like the bus is coming. That makes me feel content and happy. But, I don't know when it will come and I guess that makes me on the edgy side. Be patient with me sweet friends.