Nine Months

Today, my mind flash backed to October of last year. I had gone a whole month without my husband around. I had nine months to go until we would be reunited.

I remember comparing those nine months to going through a pregnancy. I was thinking of this, not because I am pregnant, but because Jeff was in Houston for the Final 4 and I at my parents' house. Thus, we were apart again. This time, however, only for five days. Five measly days had me anxiously awaiting Jeff's return today.

With an easy pregnancy thus far, nine months apart from Jeff was a far worse "pregnancy" than the real thing!