This week has been a good but hot one.  Thursday, The Husband and I went on a date to a shooting range :). It was SO loud in there, but I had a lot of fun learning how to shoot and watching my husband, who is an EXCELLENT shot.  My targets hehehe (I did NOT do those scattered shots at the top...those were test shots by The Husband before handing me the gun. Just wanted to make it clear that I'm not THAT sucky of a shot) ;) And his! Pretty impressive :) Unfortunately, the night ended with him having a major migraine headache, but the afternoon together beforehand was really nice. The kids and I spent a lot of time outside, and they got to try their first flavored ice. I may have had 5 or 6 that day....Thanks, sweet neighbors, for giving those yummy treats to us LAST summer, hahahaha! They've been waiting patiently in our freezer for just the right day :) Those things sure are tasty.  Friday, we just lazed about after a morning of yearly well-check appointments for the kidd...

I know I'm not suppose to worry. It's not healthy, it's unproductive, it doesn't change what's happening. Or what's going to happen. Or even what has already happened. Heck, me, myself, and I wrote an entire post about why I shouldn't worry .  You'd think I would at least take my own advice if not The Husband's or friends or family members.  I'm tired.  And worn out.  And a little scared. *This could all totally be pregnancy-related. I'm a little hormonal these days.   I'm an emotional mess.  I cry; I complain; I panic; then, I cry some more. My poor husband has really had to extend the limits of his patience.  Not that that's a bad thing.  I think we could all use some patience-extending moments in our lives.  Don't you? *Or, it could be my own desire to control situations. Case in point:  Something goes awry at home (something breaks, needs cleaning, needs changing, you get the idea ), and I am all about getting it...

We're fifteen days out. In fifteen days time, I'll be waking up to begin preparations for the wedding that will be taking place that evening. I'm sure the fiance will still be asleep that morning. I don't think it will take him quite as long to get ready for our big day. ;) Getting ready for a wedding (and to be perfectly honest, I haven't had to do a whole lot--thanks so much, Mom and Fiance's Mom!) has been challenging. I've been stressed out and frustrated a lot of the time. I've been a worrier and a nagger and an altogether unpleasant person at times. The fiance and I have had arguments that seemed completely reasonable (to at least one of us), which turned out completely ridiculous. We've fought, and hoped, and dreamed, and planned, and counted down the days to when we won't just be planning a wedding anymore. We'll be taking part in one. But much of that anxiety has left me as of late. Can I just say how at ease...