Having said all that (whew), I'm reaching out to my blog friends for some good thoughts. Here comes the reveal--my husband is an MMA fighter (Mixed Martial Arts). This basically means that he gets into a large cage with no protective gear and fights, grapples, chokes, kicks, wrestles, and submits until the weaker opponent goes down. And then there's me--I cry at a hangnail.
Above is the cage he fought in during his last fight. Below is the only picture I have of him (blurry sweatshirt walking by), because I was so nervous. And by nervous, I had to call in sick two days later because I think the stress of it brought on the flu.He won that fight, (with only a bruise above his eye) but it was three rounds of him just punching and choking the other guy until I thought I was just going to pass out. Don't get me wrong, my husband is the strongest, toughest, and most capable man I know, but all it takes is one wrong hit or kick. To us, he's this:
So please excuse the lack of posts (or at least lack of eye candy ones) this week. His fight is Friday and my daughter's birthday party is Saturday. Basically, I have been a crying, nervous wreck for the past two days. If you have some kind of a faith base in your life, perhaps you could pray that he'll make it through this competition alright. And then maybe you could say a little prayer that his wife doesn't fall into a stress-induced coma in the meantime. Either way, a good thought from some extra people would help ease my mind (and heart) just a little bit. Thanks for letting me "reveal" something aside from my SO not done bathroom cabinets!