I really do miss my hubby. I mean, I've said it before- before I moved to NC, when he was in the field for a few days, when we just had conflicting schedules and didn't get to see each other much. But the true depth of that phrase is really starting to sink in.
He's been gone for over two weeks now. On the plus side, that's only 22-38 more weeks to go. On the minus side, that's 5.5- 8.5 more months to go. I did finally get to Skype with him the other day for a few minutes. I was so happy just to see his face again that I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to sit and look at him.
The hardest part has been the nights. I can't sleep. I know people say that a lot, but really, I can't sleep. I have to be up at 3:30am to open the gym, so I go to bed around 9:30pm. I roll around and try to get comfy and wind up staring at the clock every 20minutes. I open the window. Then I close the window. I turn the music on. Then I turn the music off. I roll to my side. Then my arm goes numb, so I flip to my belly. Then my neck cramps up, so I flip to my back. Next thing I know, the auto-timer on the coffee pot kicks in and my apartment is draped in the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. Thank god, because I need it. I haven't slept a wink. It's so cliche', but I never realized how much I need him next to me until I couldn't have him next to me. I feel like a cliche' 80's song- you know the one.