Now I'm sitting in my nest, with my heating pad on my back. I've taken my 'keep Trish sane' pills and hope that I can nap today like I did yesterday.
It feels like it should be Monday to me. We usually stay over at Brett and Angela's house on Saturday nights, so staying on a Friday night has completely thrown me. I feel like I've somehow gained a day, or it is a long weekend or something. They have invited us to come back today and swim, and the kids really want to, but I THINK Scott might be coming home today, even though I haven't heard from him in a week. He said around the 4th or 5th, so today would make sense.
I miss Scott so much. He's practically been gone constantly for the last couple of months, and it's like a piece of me is gone. He's my true best friend, and I want him back. The bed has been feeling really large lately.