No, really I do.

I love my husband. No, really I do. But damn if I don't hate it when he has one of his night terrors! He had one tonight, just as I was falling asleep. And it was going to be one of them really nice slumbers, too. I mean, my body was nice and relaxed and my mind was thinking happy thoughts. I just knew I was going to have a good night's sleep. Then next thing you know, here comes darling hubby shrieking at the top of his lungs. I know it's not his fault, but goodgoddarn! I asked him what it was that had caused him to scream like that, he said he didn't remember exactly but it was something involving a dog.

Speaking of dogs, hubs finally agreed to owning a dog! When we move into our new home in July, we'll be getting a British Bulldog. I prefer a female and she'll be named Margaret or Maggie for short after the former Prime Minister of Britain, Margaret Thatcher. I figured a British name for a British doggie :o)

In the baby-making department, I have nothing but frustration to report. It's been two months since I've had my period but 7 home pregnancy tests have said, "Nope, you're not preggos." I kinda thought I might be pregnant since I haven't had my period and I'm getting fat as hell, but 7 home pregnancy tests can't be all wrong. All of this is making me really sad and worried all at the same time. What if we can never conceive? That would just break my heart. Motherhood is just something I've always seen as being part of my life --- if I never become a mother, it would destroy a huge part of me.