Coffee Talk (REAL Talk)

Just a random little post today, but maybe one we all can relate to.

Yesterday was one of those days where Ian and I just weren't really clicking. It's like we were on two separate planets. With different languages. Different body languages. Different everything.

Real meanings were getting lost in translation through texts. Text messages can great, but they can also be the devil. Know what I mean?

Then, we got to a good point and he asked if he could grab a few happy hour beers out with a friend. Sure, no prob. And I thoroughly enjoyed a few hours at home after work to do my solo thing -- trashy Bravo shows, Pinterest scrolling, you know -- the usual.

The thing about being pregnant and sober when everyone else around you has had drinks, though, is that it can make you into a crazy woman. Like, all of the sudden you are the Alcohol Police. So when he came back home, I was just not having an ounce of his silliness, and BAM, back on two planets again.

In his defense, he did draw a bath for me which was nice. And that helped me cool my jets before bedtime.

I've never personally liked the advice "Never go to bed angry."  I just don't think that it's necessary to feel the pressure of having to end a fight before letting yourself fall asleep. By the time we went to bed we were cool, but we weren't 100% "us". So, my amended version of that advice is this: "Never get out of bed angry." That's what works for us. Maybe you fall asleep feeling totally peeved, but if you can snake your little foot under the sheets in the morning and connect with that person again, murmur out some "I'm sorry / No, I'm sorry" apologies, and cuddle for a bit before getting up, that's the good stuff.

So we did that this morning and then we had the most hilarious chat over coffee. I saw the clock ticking, and I knew I was going to be having to rush to get ready for work, but just standing in the kitchen holding our mugs and laughing was suddenly the most crucially important task ever.

What were we laughing about? We decided that since Ian is self-employed and represents several companies, I am going to start just filling out random employer names and job titles on all of the pregnancy-related paperwork I have. We decided that he is going to be a Ringling Brothers Trapeze Artist, a Magician, and an Adult Film Star.

A little peek into our crazy life. It's not always roses and love notes, folks, but as long as I end up laughing with the husband over coffee like we did this morning, I'd say we're doing okay. :)