That means my anniversary run…
The 4th marks 4 years since our wedding day.
The 11th marks 6 years since we met
The 14th marks 3 years since Ian died.
Come the 18th, he’ll have been gone loner than I knew him.
I was talking to some people at church this week, and found I can easily rattle off how long it’s been since Ian died, but I really struggle to remember how long we’d have been married for this anniversary.
Which shouldn’t be hard.
We married 4 months after John was born. He turned 4 this year.
We were married a year before Ian died… and since we were married only a year (375 days to be exact), I just need to add ‘1’… 3 + 1 = 4.
But it’s just not sitting there as an easily recalled number.
I’ve been quite short and irritable the last couple of days. I know it’s going to be due to a mix of anniversaries, end of semester study stress and the fact I’m entering the third trimester, and last 11 weeks, of this pregnancy and am already sleep deprived and rather uncomfortable.
My other trigger times didn’t impact too much this year and I’m not feeling too rattled or out of sorts as yet, but there’s still a couple of weeks to go.
At least I have distractions - I have my gestational diabetes test on the 4th, and I’m really hoping it’s negative, otherwise I won’t have the option of spending the other dates communing with tubs of ice cream if I so choose.