My hair looks ridiculous today.  I just thought I would share.  So if your hair is looking even halfway decent, you can sit back and think, “Man, at least I’m not Sarah.”

I wanted to take a second (since that’s all I have to spare today.. the day THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY DAY OFF) and gush about how wonderful my husband is.  Because, ladies and gents, he is truly something to aspire to.

I imagine that most of you faithful readers have caught on to my almost clinical Obessive Compulsive Disorder, and one of the things that really, REALLY brings it out is mess.  Chaos.  Moving is hard for me.  Rearranging furniture?  I can’t.  Can’t handle it.  Everything has its place, and that’s where it shall be, says me.  Christmas is hard every year because we have to move the living room around to fit a tree inside, and I always feel uprooted in the process.

Every night that I was away, I would call Bryan at Far-Too-Late-Central-Time and ask him how his day went.  Inevitably, he’d say he cleaned.  Now, as much as I love him, I know that Bryan also thinks I’m OCD for cleaning as much as I do.. so the fact that he was cleaning nightly seemed odd to me.  But I didn’t ask.

When I walked in to the house, Bryan had done the unimaginable: he had completely rearranged all of the bedrooms like we had talked about doing.  The Boy’s room is now the big spare room in the front of the house; our bedroom had a queen size bed in it now; and the room that once was The Boy’s is now conduscive to be a nursery.  It was fabulous.  Beds were made, rooms were swept and clean, and I couldn’t tell from the living room that any of this moving had taken place.

He had done it all, by himself, so that I didn’t have to see the chaos.  That, and he knew that I can’t say no to helping and he couldn’t have me hauling mattresses.  Either way, to walk in and have that marked off my “to-do for baby” list was AMAZING.  I was so proud of all of the work that he’d done.

And then, last night, after we froze our asses off at The Boy’s baseball game (it was insanely cold), we came home.  Exhaustion had finally caught up with me and I was falling asleep as I tried to get through the last (taped) episode of Heroes. (Sidenote: death of Linderman was AWESOME.) Finally, Bryan made me go to bed.

He asked if he could read for awhile, next to me.  This is weird, also.  He never reads when we’re in bed.  We have Sonic commercials to make, you know.

But I was asleep before I could put the ’s’ on “yes”, and I woke up around six-thirty to an empty bed. 

I found out later that my loving husband had gone to sleep in another room so I could have a night of uninterrupted sleep.  IS HE NOT AWESOME?!  Totally.  Totally awesome.  Rad, even.

This morning, we went and heard Lil Peep’s heartbeat.  I, of course, teared up because I’m emotionally a rollercoaster at the moment.  And it was reassuring to know that there IS someone in there.  Bryan leanded over and kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “You have two hearts now.. how does that feel?”

I still have one heart: Lil Peep’s.  Bryan’s had mine for awhile.