Tagged.

I can't lie. I totally cheated. Emery tagged me this morning-take your picture RIGHT this second without sprucing up a darn thing-but we were late to grandmas and waiting for my computer to load and all that crap just didn't happen. So this is what I look like at four in the afternoon. Right after a nap. Still, quite a different picture than what you would have seen at seven in the morning. Just picture my hair with a ton more volume, like a dark brown bike helmet, with random hair pokey's here and there, and my eyes dark and sunken unto my head, with no mascara to pull them out. SO...now I get to tag KELLY and DEAIRA! (If you cheat, I understand).

I miss Joey. He's away. I was mad as hell. But today driving to Burlington some dumb country song and the prayers from my family all collided at the same time, hitting my heart, and I realized all the anger I was feeling for him was really a whole ton of longing. The last couple of times we've spoken on the phone I have been short, giving him only one word answers. I wanted to make it plain as day that I hated his guts. I love my husband dearly, but the man is clueless, having never attended How To Make Danae Happy school.
This marriage thing is a ride. Honestly I never imagined it would be this painful, and scary.
I found out yesterday this little guy in my uterus is a boy. I never thought of myself being a mother to boys and I feel outnumbered. I grew up with girls, I have all girl friends, and boys (especially lately,especially the ones I live with) I just don't get. They are weird, like aliens. I am trying to get Ethan's new room ready, and I am having the hardest time picking the bedding, the wall color, everything, because I'm just not comfortable with boy stuff. I keep second guessing myself: But do boys like this???
I guess as long as it's not girly, they don't care--except Ethan loves this pink guitar, and that really is the sweetest thing ever.