Vaughn has officially left for Pendleton today, at around 2pm. And of course, I'm heartbroken. This is the first time Vaughn and I have been away from one another for more than a day. Actually, no, HALF a day. It's pathetic, I know, but I don't care. Vaughn is my other half, my best friend, my support. He's my rock- he keeps me strong, grounded. Without him I just feel...well, like a mess.
On another note, that leaves 3 days til Vaughn gets back. Three days of pretty much just resting, 24/7, in hopes that little Olive will stick it out until Wednesday night. I don't think she'll come before he gets back but hey, I thought she was going to come early too...and that clearly didn't happen. She definitely enjoys pulling my leg, just like Vaughn, but I'm hoping she wants her dad to be there as much as I do.
He said for me to call him if anything happens, and that he'd speed back down to Portland as quick as he possibly could (speed safely, of course). But I don't really feel any better about the situation, to be honest. Even though I know he's only a phone call away (And a 4 hour drive away...), I'm still nervous. I'm trying to be optimistic though, regardless of how scared/nervous I am. Vaughn will be back soon enough (not soon enough, who am I kidding) and then little Olive will be here.
So for the next 3 days I plan on relaxing in bed, reading a book or two, and going through all of Pinterest. Oh and catching up on rest, because I'm sure I'll need it in the days to come.
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