Out of Town Work Weekends--Good for the soul?

I'm pretty sure the answer is no. I thought I was doing so well lately with anxiety and worry over the timing of pregnancy, but when I am left to my own devices I start to worry again. I tried desperately to schedule a massage, mani/pedi, facial, etc....ANYTHING to take my mind off of the stress of work, missing my hubby, and wanting to make us a family. It turns out every single spa in the city was booked. Literally every one. I know because I called every single one of them.

I can't wait to get back home to some normalcy and not live out of this hotel room any longer (no matter how nice it may be). I miss my DH. I really really miss him. I want to try to guilt him into coming to see me, but I don't think that's right. I know he has a lot of work to do on his PhD, but I miss him. I took an extra day of work this weekend b/c the other doctor's father died and he needed someone to cover another day. It turns out that it's been a rather rough few days at work.

I can't wait to see DH tomorrow. There's a part of me that really wants him to drive up here on the weekends and surprise me in some grand romantic gesture. Then there is the other part of me that knows that I am busy at work and that it wouldn't be fulfilling for either of us if that happened.

I need to stay home. Man I wish I could quit all of these weekend jobs. I swear I would be a calmer, happier person. Of course, then I would probably have to take up a hobby.