So completely my idea... I sent my fiancé out for a guys weekend because he deserves a weekend with his boys, especially with how hard he has been working to help me. Anyway, he was sweet and caring and didn’t want me to be alone in case something happened and also so I didn’t have to take care of the dogs alone, so I get dropped off at my parents house on his way to visit his friends. Well, I have no car so I’m kinda trapped and bored. Anyway, we had talked about how he was going to have his phone charged so I could at least see where he was (in the winter, we share our location with each other so we can tell when the other has made it to work). I’m by no means the crazy girl and I trust him 110%. I don’t care if they go to the strip club or wherever the hell boys go, just as long as he enjoys himself. I have clinically severe anxiety and my mind freaks out over the littlest things. So of course... this buttholes phone dies at like 5pm on a Saturday night. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ I finally caved around 11pm and asked his best friend to just let me know when they made it home, that’s all I asked for. Still haven’t heard from either one and it’s 3:30am. I haven’t slept at all and I’ve been crying on and off since his phone died. Holy shit I cannot wait to go back onto some sort of med after she’s here!! I know they’re okay, just never know how to shut my damn mind off! This whole guys weekend was my idea too. Just needed to rant. Not mad or angry, just frustrated. Plus, good thing I didn’t go into labor because he would probably miss the whole thing 🤦🏻‍♀️ Thanks for coming to my Ted talk. It’s been real.