ASHLEY, COMMANDING OFFICER.
Be prepared for more baby commentary and such.
Fair warning.
15+6 weeks embarazada
We sold our home. This was an extremely bittersweet moment for us, as this was the first home we owned. However, it means that we can progress as a married couple and finally, finally live together in the same place. You would be right to assume that we could have done this previous to this particular date. With that said, as it's been said so many times, we made the decision to live apart from each other due to my personal mental stability and a plethora of other issues. I will say that I am ecstatic to venture into the living together part of marriage again. I have never been more ready.
Call me weird, but there is nothing I look forward to more than being a wife. Maybe it knocks me back decades prior to the feminist movement...however, the thought of my husband coming home to dinner, a clean house and (hopefully one day cross fitting, superstar trophy wife) his family just about make my ovaries explode. Told you I would set feminism back. Now, ask me if I really care. The answer is no. Just in case you were wondering. My husband makes me the happiest person alive.
So, the house is sold. Do we have a house yet in Beaufort? No, not exactly. We are on the waiting list for base housing. The NICE base housing. We are expected to have a place to live come early-mid July.
So where are you living? A cardboard box on my old street.
Totally kidding. Maybe...
No really, I'm kidding.
I'm currently living back at my mom's house. It's alright though. I've downsized considerably (2,300 sq ft to about 300 sq ft), but it's definitely livable, provides shelter and pretty good company as well.
So what about work?
As many know, I've cut more hours to PRN (as needed) at this hospital. This had to take place due to moving and other issues. Nothing really related to pregnancy at this point. I have not applied to work anywhere in Beaufort yet. That will most like wait until after the baby. It really is such a relief to work like this. Working on your own terms? Epic. BUT, now that most of the move has happened, I should be resuming pretty normally back on the grind until it's time to head down marsh-side.
So now that all the particulars are sorted out...
16 weeks schwanger
What was supposed to be our 16 week check up was changed due to family illness. But, I would like to take this moment to give a shout out:
We are incredibly thankful that Timmy's father is back to being his adorable self. Through the illness of my father in law, I was able to see more than ever how much my husband cares for his family. How he would happily move any mountain that was in his way to make sure they were happy and well cared for.
My husband is incredible, utterly amazing (I wish I had more descriptors to explain what exactly he is). This man endured packing and moving most everything in our house, by himself, a week early due to early closing. Not only did he do this, but he comforted me when I was near breakdown mode (being pregnant and selling my house was not a fun hormone experience), had to deal with selling his home on his own terms, and drove to Charleston every single night to visit his father in the ICU. He did all this without ever complaining, without ever missing a single step. I can't even imagine what I did that allowed God to smile on me so much. Seriously, call me what you will, but people are lucky to know my husband. This world would be a darker place without him. I am beyond grateful I have him. I could go on forever...
This dinosaur inside of me, is going to have the best father on the planet. No doubt about it.
16+3 weeks incinta
The anticipation was killing me.
I desperately needed to know what the gender of the dinosaur was...
At first I was convinced I was going to be "Team Green (waiting for birth to find out gender)" and then I took a good look at all the horrible gender neutral options available to us. No, just nah. All I could think was "what if it's a girl?" Gender neutral options aren't very female friendly. Not to mention, I have always known that baby Warren was a boy.
Also, there was a bet involved. Timmy, sure that it was going to be a girl, decided to make a wager on the gender of our first born child.
Long story short, and through elective ultrasound we found out that the baby is, indeed, a boy. Now, he gets to be raised a Gamecock. Hehe. Also, I was right...which means I'm awesome.
Oh look, here's the little guy now... heart beat 130 bpm.
His name is...you'll have to wait. We're going to announce this in a cute way when I got to DisneyWorld in a couple of weeks. We wanted to try his name out first and make sure it really belonged to him...if that makes sense, which is probably doesn't. I will say that it's classic and traditional.
We told our families the news the same day with many a "Hurray!" and even some tears.
How do I feel about it?
He's gonna be a loved little boy.
TOMATO, THE HUBS.
I have never seen a man more excited to be a father or to live with his wife. Again with the ovary explosion. Admittedly, a person talking to your belly (that's not really even popped) is kind of strange. I hope that feeling will change when I can feel the dino move.
I just am so beyond thankful that I get to go on this journey with my husband. I couldn't do it with anyone else.
He has a week and a half left on New River, and I am so ready for him to be out of there.
THE BOYS.
They're living with the bulldogs again. Alpha is weary, Zero is playful. I've been making a conscience effort to take them on more walks for my health and for theirs.
Alpha is very concerned about the move, he's only ever lived in the one house.
Zero is not new to this game, but hates the car nonetheless.
I can't wait to see how they'll react to their newest brother.
I am so outnumbered.
Special thanks to the Spanish, German and Italian languages for allowing me to use your words for "pregnant".
Song of the Day:
Many of Horror (When We Collide) by Biffy Clyro
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