Many things I have read about losing a child have indicated that most marriages don't survive afterwards. I am glad we are holding things together so far. I LOVE Jason. I can't imagine a life without him. He is the most amazing husband and I feel lucky every single day that he has decided to call me his wife. He loves me and always goes out of his way to make each second of my life better in some way.

Because of this, it hurts me to know that going to work is quite heartbreaking for him. He hardly ever says anything, but the few clues he lets slip tell a big story. There are several pregnant ladies there; I know of at least one baby shower over the past few weeks. That would probably send me to bed in tears for a few days, so I know it is painful for him too. I think he also encounters some people who don't quite get HOW MUCH IT HURTS to hear about their little ones. I have heard a few comments that have been made and I'm glad his job is almost an hour away... I am very protective of him and I wouldn't mind setting some people straight. I get that they are proud of their children, but show a little compassion and sensitivity PLEASE. Ugh.

On a brighter note, I signed up for a history filled summer. From June 1st until August 16th I will be living a life full of American History. Those are the first classes I'll be taking on my journey to being a teacher. I dread it because I HATE history. I've managed to get two degrees without taking history, but I guess that streak has ended. I find it a little strange to have to take history in order to teach kindergarten or first grade, but oh well. It will get me out of the house every day if nothing else. :)