21 Weeks Strong

I was surprised at how well I handled my husband leaving this morning. I expected to be an absolute mess, soaked in tears and unable to hold back my desire to pathetically beg him to stay.  Instead, as if I was overcome by either too much confidence or too much emotion, I resorted to an almost stoic state...nearly fist-bumping him to farewell. Then a couple of hours later, as if storm clouds suddenly covered the sun, it hit me that he had really gone. Frantically, I tried to distract myself with work emails, cleaning, and organizing...the second picture should give you a better idea of what I accomplished in an hour after returning home from work. Too early! my mother would say, but it kept my emotions at bay, even if just a short while. Everyday will get easier and he is just a train/plane/automobile ride away.  Here is our last shot before he left at 20.5 weeks:

And here was tonight's distraction: