Sleepless in Mill Creek

This week my husband was unexpectedly called away on a business trip to Hawaii. He was at work and the boss told him they needed him to fly out that night, and that his flight left at 5PM so he should go home and pack a bag. Talk about sudden!

When Ryan got the news he called me to let me know that he was on his way home and that he would be leaving in the next couple of hours. He also told me that he didn't know when he would be coming back - that this trip was open ended and no return ticket had been purchased.
For a hormonal pregnant lady like myself, this was a huge surprise and sent me spiraling down into a pit of emotion; I was going to miss him so much. Needless to say, tears were shed, and as he packed up his bag I couldn't help but miss him already - I absolutely HATE it when we are apart.

The first night that he was gone was horrible for me. I tossed and turned in bed ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
It's funny how when you're first married, you have to adjust to sleeping with another person in your bed, and for the first few weeks or months you just don't sleep good because suddenly all of this extra space that you used to have has been taken up by another body. You worry about moving around in the night and keeping your spouse awake, you have to get used to their snoring, and sometimes you even have to get used to them hitting you in the face in the middle of the night. (This was all true of my first month with Ryan) But now, after those initial weeks of marriage, I find myself not being able to sleep without him next to me. We don't cuddle while we sleep, so his absence shouldn't make that much of a difference at night, but I've grown so accustomed to hearing him breathe while he falls asleep. I've gotten used to his little twitches and movements in the night, and the way he snores ever so slightly when he's in a really deep sleep. Without him next to me at night, I feel like a part of myself is missing, and it's the strangest feeling.

The other part of my misery has come from this glorious time of year called Spring. We live near a nature reserve and right behind our home is a pond and walking trails. Currently that pond is filled with thousands of frogs that like to sing and chirp and ribbit every single night, all night. With Ryan gone, and these frogs going absolutely crazy, my mind couldn't and wouldn't shut off so that I could sleep. So it looks like this week I will be running on no sleep, hot tea, and a whole lot of Jesus.

I cannot wait until my hubby comes home.

-Kelsey