It’s 1:32 am, Okinawa time & both Isaiah and Nate are asleep- of course. The reason I’m the only one awake is probably because it’s hard to fall asleep- being only 10 weeks pregnant, I feel like this pregnancy has been more difficult because 1) I’m older now, 2) we’re undergoing all the moving-to-another-country stress 3) I’m far as fuck from EVERYONE, with the exception of a couple people, who I know and love 4) COVID-19 has taken a huge toll on us the year prior a bunch of different ways that I don’t think I’ll get into just yet. or maybe, I just forgot how shitty pregnancy actually is and I’m just magnifying it even more because of the stressful yet abundant situation we’re in. Whatever it is, I’m here now and I’m trying to figure out this funk by myself… a lot because I know Nate is going through it right now- his Lolo just passed away this past week and he’s been showing his grievances in ways that are definitely testing me as a wife. I can admit, I’ve been failing all the tests. Being patient with someone who’s just lost someone near and dear to them hasn’t been easy. I’ve never gone through this before and neither has he. It’s an eye opening experience but it’s been so fucking difficult to navigate through, especially while being across the Pacific Ocean and with all these annoying pregnancy hormones. I think the biggest thing I’ve been losing my patience with, is the way I notice he loses his patience with our toddler. I know I need to figure out how to not lose my cool right away when he loses his cool right away…
Til I figure this out in the morning…
With love to my future self,
Krystle