So, I am not pregnant. Dang it! This weekend was a bit emotional for me because not only did Aunt Flo stop in for her monthly visit, I was able to go home to Kansas for an evening.
For some reason, this time of year is when a lot of my memories from home come flooding out. The crispness to the air, the falling leaves, how snuggly it feels to go inside where it's warm after spending time outside in the cool autumn air.
This is also the time of year my hometown church does its Oktoberfest. Not the beer drinking party, but crafts, games, and a lunch that mixes two of my faves - fried chicken and German food! Yum! I went this Sunday and it was really nostalgic. It was held at the Parish Center which is by the old church (our church has since rebuilt at a different site) that I grew up going to. The weather, the sights, the smells all brought back memories of being in CCD and having to help with the games and the lunch.
I also got to spend time with my dad walking around in the rock quarry and down by the creek. Tons of memories came back then! The birthday party where my dad and (ex)step-mom were foolish enough to let 13 of my friends stay the night. The next day when we decided canoing in the creek would be a fabulous idea...until someone tipped the canoe! All the spots my sister and I would decide to have a secret house in the woods. Many, many memories.
To say the least, it was tough to come back to my home in Missouri. Add that to the fact that we are still not pregnant and my emotions are running high from stress and being on my period and you get one hot mess Sunday night.
Poor Clint. He couldn't win for losing with me last night. I was all tears and snot with no good reason why. He did his best and even checked in on me today via text. And of course I teared up at that!
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