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no, it’s not twins, lol.
Regan has been back in the States for the past month, visiting his family. He gets back in tomorrow morning.
I haven’t posted about it for many reasons, mostly because I was really freaked out and sad about ‘being alone’. The first week he was gone, I probably cried every night because it was just so quiet. Mischa had moved out also about the same time he left (we were having open houses and evaluations so we had to de-dog the apartment), so things were very strange for me. I’d never ever lived on my own, and to do it for the first time while pregnant was a scary prospect.
Regan and I had never been apart for more than 1 night (and the only time that happening was the night before the wedding, 3 years ago). 4 weeks apart was a big stretch for us.
But as time went on, I decided that a month isn’t so bad. He was coming back, so it wasn’t going to be forever. People have much much longer periods apart and I wasn’t the first pregnant lady to miss her husband. I started to think that I better make the most of the silence and concentrate on the good things rather than pine about a temporary situation.
I did end up having a good time living on my own. Of course, I adore my husband to pieces and missed him TERRIBLY. But the best thing that happened to me is that I realise how much I want him in my life.
For me, wanting someone fuels more passion towards them; needing someone is a whole different thing. I think when you genuinely want someone or something, you put in the effort to have them in your life. I think realising this, just before we welcome a kid into this world, makes me believe things will be okay between us as long as we have that – the effort and the passion. I think we always will.
