I'm using this phrase a lot lately.
A year ago tonight I was up all night, trying to sleep in the recliner in my parents basement in the mountains, so miserable. Crying.
The next morning was Easter and I decided I should go to the hospital because I couldn't take the pain/misery any more. I thought I wasn't tough enough... It was just pregnancy, right? It didn't take too long for me to realize I was pretty darn tough to have been functioning at all and I have a very high tolerance for pain.
One of these days I need to let myself go deep into that day, and write about it too. I'm sure that will be healing. I write this little about it with tears rolling down my face knowing tomorrow will be a difficult day for me. I should have taken Monday off work as well as Tuesday...
On another note, we had Ella's birthday party today and it was really nice. Hopefully I will find time to share about it, and pictures, by Tuesday.