Documented and Filed!

The time it takes to go from one Stretch to the next is three weeks. How do I know? I tabled it (smirk with pride)!

Of course, as every perfect research goes, mine had to be riddled with too many worms! No, no! Not holes, worms!

Week 1: The Stretch has just set in. That would be the cue for my thoughts to begin their waltz. Does he not love me now? Does he get irritated of me much? Is he even attracted to me anymore? Why doesn’t he hold my hand now-a-days!

And yes, we were shifting at the time, so keeping a check on the Stretch duration was just a wee bit difficult..! I mean, when you reach home past midnight, barely able to stand upright, love is not the top-most thing on your mind, is it? Of course, unless you’re obssessed with it - like me!

Week 2: So we’re finally settled in, the Hubman’s parents and mine have come Here, visited and left too. And now, the air is sizzling! We walk on the roads hand-in-hand, don’t let go even while driving, snuggle on the couch all warm and cozy… Where each day spent at work is a day spent missing each other, and the moment we step into the house, we’re grinning like idiots, because we’re looking at each other again. Sigh, Heaven on Earth with my darling Hub-man!

And then it gets a bit too much. The dancing around me is starting to get on my nerves. Is this the same Hub-man who grimaces during the Stretch? Is this the same me who pines for this dancing?!

Week 3: The fervor has lowered, but the passion remains. We’re now holding hands in public, but thankfully not scaring the world with horror teeth-and-gum-display-grins anymore..! The thingies in the house now revolve around intelligent conversations, deeper understanding and comfortable, loving, confident teasing. The Hub-man takes me out, treats me to fancy buys, stuffs me on gorgeous foods and smiles at me at the oddest of times, setting my heart a-tingle!
We’re vacationing at Home right now, and I am predicting that the Stretch will begin the moment we enter Here!!!

Week 4: So now the passion has lowered a notch, and it’s only love which is keeping me going! Yes, you got it! It’s the prelude to the Stretch! THAT infamous, horrible, horrible period is about to begin… And the problem is, I off-set it again!

I fell sick in the bus. High fever, scratchy throat, the usual fall-sick works. And the Hub-man switched mode from Stretch-y Hubman to Concerned, Loving Hub-Super-Man…! Aah, how sweet is my man!

And the story ends with the Hub-man in the Week 1 phase once again! But at least I know what to expect now..! 
But as the saying goes, the Stretch will make my heart grow fonder. And if it's fonder of Cheese-its, don't blame me! The Hubman's stretch is at fault!!!