I think he can't tell me now because he has a really hard time identifying what he does feel and WHY he feels it. And honestly I think he's lying to himself about when he was going to tell me. I don't think he was ever going to tell me. I think he is confused and scared and making poor choices, and he knows they are poor choices. He's just not thinking logically at all.
I emailed with him briefly yesterday morning, but haven't heard anything since. Which is fine, I didn't expect to hear anything.
Although I am getting sick. Not like it's going to hurt the baby, but just really awful allergies making this 8.5 month pregnant woman all that much slower and physically exhausted. I have so much to do before she gets here. I have so much that I wanted to accomplish before H comes back home on Monday. Not that I don't think I won't be able to get most of it done, it's just hard getting those things finished, along with loose ties I need to tie off at work and all the while being ill. My brother is trying to help as best he can, but we have completely opposite work schedules, so getting things accomplished together is difficult. Hopefully I will get better by the weekend.
I just have to keep focused on my goals and attempt to not get overwhelmed.
I had a few coworkers today comment that they don't think this kid is going to let me even get to May before she comes. She's big and healthy, so I don't worry about her health if she were to come early. It would be a huge relief.
Today was the first day I felt what I thought was a defined body part. Not just a bump that appeared on the side. I'm pretty sure it was her little foot. It was amazing. I wish H could have been here to experience that with me.
