Too Soon? Nahhhhh...lol.

I guess I always feel like you know a wound is healing, physical or mental, when you can make a joke about it.

Tonight I was sitting on the floor immersed in piles of grading and I asked my husband to bring a laptop up from the basement. It was like me seventy-fifth "honey, can you just..." of the night, and I am a frequent exploiter of his kindness. He responded with a jovial "[expletive deleted] you aren't pregnant anymore!" and we both laughed as I got off the floor and shuffled down the stairs, smiling.

Many people don't get our sense of humor, but the fact that he was able to joke about it shows that he's healing a lot more quickly than I feared he might. The fact that I laughed shows that I am, too. Despite the looming, tempestuous storm clouds of a busy week, this little moment made me feel good.