Coming up for air.

19+ weeks with a headache...something has to be wrong.

I mentioned how much I make at work to my Physical Therapist and she about fell off her chair. She said, "You see me three times a week for that?".

Funny, he has been bugging me about the same thing for months. Now what I make does not make or break our household and for that I am forever blessed, but it covers a lot of the bills plus little extras for me.

They simply cannot pay me anymore and I understand, but a part of me feels more valuable in a sense. I've been struggling with this for months.

After much talk, I cut back my hours at work. I guess I am not cut out for the 50+ hour work week and everything else going on in my life. Not to mention I am on my feet for over 8 hours a day, exercise for half of it, and wake up way too early. My first 6-7 hour day was Friday and it felt heavenly! I am on Day Three now and I've accomplished so much during my day and have had less arguments/disagreements with him, my mom, and my MIL.

I've also decided to start training people on the side. I've been wanting to do it for a year now, but looks like I am finally in motion and more importantly....

....finally able to breathe.

On the Fourth, we hung out with friends and played football. Afterwards, he and I jumped (went skinny dipping, ha) in our pool and watched all of the amazing fireworks in our neighborhood. It honestly felt like I had found my way and started to enjoy life, instead of just living it.

I am surrounded by an amazing husband, family, and friends and now I am just trying to soak it all in a little more. And of course, blog a little more :)