Go Away Purolator Man!

Jan. 3, 2009

I broke down today. The Purlolator man came by the house to deliver the maternity clothes I had ordered. He knocked on the door and waited for me to answer but all I could do was stand there in front of the door while the dog barked madly and wish he would disappear. Eventually he gave up on me while I continued to stand in my spot trying to find my happy place. I didn't find it. That's when the sobbing started and the shaking and the inability to calm myself. So I called your father and the comforting sound of his voice soothed me and brought me back to normality. He lovingly told me that we were going to go and get those maternity cloths together fore we were going to need them soon when I got pregnant again. That was all I needed to hear. I was happy again.