Wine and emotions....just don't mix

I deleted last nights post. I was drunk, i was depressed, i was drunk.

I awoke this morning in need of a dry out. Holy hangover sunday. Last night was my high school reunion. I organized it. We had an open bar. I hurt this morning big time.

When we came home I was trashed, barely capable of walking kind of trashed. And what do you get when you mix a really drunk female (who really wants another baby), days before her period, with several of her pregnant and trying to be pregnant class mates? You get an emotional train wreck. I lost it, complete and total break down. Poor T it came out of nowhere for him. I said it all, all the things I needed to say, the things he needed to hear.

We reached a new understanding. An understanding of each other's needs and feelings. He said yes to another baby if that is what I want. And can I tell you that today, I feel so much more at peace with not having another baby because I know he gets it. He knows that it is an important thing to me.

I don't know what our future will hold. I don't know if another baby is in it. All that matters is that he got it. Unfortunately it took a couple bottles of Pinot Noir, a blubbering wife, and a massive hangover to get there.