Seven Is a Good Number

I'm sitting on the couch having a hot cup of tea...(imagine me saying that in a British accent....except the Brits would say a "spot of tea.") Anyway, i'm a little bored, so i figured it was time to update the blog.
Nothing new to report really...Jake went out of town on business this week for the first time since we've been married. I swear, you would have thought he was leaving for Iraq. He was going to be gone for two nights- yes, two nights, but it just about killed me. I didn't expect to be so emotional- i don't think he expected me to be that emotional either. hah. it wasn't obnoxious, though. Endearing, hopefully. For so long, i've prided myself on being independent and being "okay" to be by myself lots of times. Now i admit it- i'm spoiled (i know you're shocked). Seriously though, i think it really hit me how much things have changed- and rightly so- since we've been married. I realize how much I depend on him- how much i just want him to be around, or nearby- even if i won't admit it to anyone. I wouldn't label myself as "clingy" (i guess you could ask him though), but I just never get tired of having him around. He doesn't get on my nerves. We have a blast together even when we're doing absolutely nothing. That kind of thing is easy to take for granted...i got a healthy reminder of that Monday and Tuesday night. *i'm a lucky girl.*
And Happy 7 months to us! =) Good grief, life can change so fast. We're 7/7/7 now. Seven months of dating, seven months of being engaged, and now seven months of being married. And I like the number 7- it's one of my favorite numbers. It gets better and better. Not necessarily easier...God knows the last 7 months have been anything but easy, but it really does keep getting better in spite of the adjustments and "growing pains."
And speaking of "pains," where the hell is my period? I'm 4 days late. Yeah, like i said...happy 7 month annniversary to us. hah. I don't think i'm pregnant...in fact, i'm willing it not to be. I'm determined that the back room in our house is going to be our office, NOT a nursery. I've lost a good bit of weight over the past few months, and the doc had told me that the weight loss could contribute to weird cycles, or even losing my cycle altogether, but geez, i still have some body fat left. But then again, i'm not on the pill either. I've had friends get pregnant when she was on the pill, so anything is possible. Nothing is guaranteed. I've decided that if my little friend hasn't shown up by Saturday, i'll go and get a pregnancy test. But i'm not pregnant. Nope. Besides, i'm going to be an Aunt again next Friday- Carmen is being induced and then Abby will be here!!! I can't wait to meet her! Yay for little baby girls. =) I must take her shoe shopping as soon as she understands what a shoe is. I've already told Jake that girls are all i want to have when it's time to start a family. (like it's up to me). Little girly-girls that i can dress up and take shopping and make their daddy crazy. just kidding....(kind of) =)
Guess that's all for now.....my little brain is tired. Gonna go to bed soon....