squished

I don't know if it's my bra or my cammie but something is suffocating me! I can hardly breathe, I may have to remove the bra and just rely on the shelf bra to make it until 5. Add that to the fact that my skirt is only zipped half way and I am a hot mess. The good news is that my shirt covers my zipper so it's not totally obvious that my size 6 begging for it's life.

In other news the packing is coming along very well and I don't think I will be pulling an all nighter tonight! Thank God because I was up from 3-5:30 this morning stressing about it all. I've spent the better part of my day changing my address and setting up utilities. We are save about $80 a year in our car and rental insurance moving out of Pierce county, I guess USAA knew we lived in the ghetto too.

After we leave the apartment tomorrow we wont have internet until Monday afternoon but Doc will be gone (again) so you know I will be here with pictures of the house and the ball! I have no idea what I am doing with my hair, it's just about to my shoulders and I want it up because it's 4000 degrees out! If you have any suggestions please send me pictures or links.

Finally, thanks for all the comments about my nasty fridge, I am glad to know I am not the only one who neglected the area under the crisper :)

gross

Gross, that is the only word I can use to describe yesterday. It started like any other day, I sat down to my usual breakfast of oatmeal and blueberries when all of the sudden it happened. You know the feeling, you get really hot, your head gets light, and you start salivating more than Pavlov's dogs...I was going to be sick. I opted for the sink because I haven't cleaned my toilets in a while (don't judge, they have those Clorox drop ins in them). I will spare you the details but I am surprised I didn't wake Doc up! I thought I would be able to get through this pregnancy with out doing that. I am happy to report that this morning my oatmeal went down without incident.

The next gross thin - the heat and people who feel the need to constantly talk about it. This week we are having temps in the upper 90s-100 here in Western Washington and it's not fun at all. My apartment doesn't have AC, none of the apartments around here do. We also have NO airflow. But we are dealing with it. Where I sit at work I have to hear the woman at the front desk greet everyone who comes into the office with the same old "warm enough out there for you?" SHUT UP! Yes it's hot out but it's cold in the office so save your comments about the heat for when you are actually in it. I know, I am just irritable but I'm OK with it. It wouldn't be so annoying if she wasn't the same person who complained about the rain all winter. If you don't like it here then move, I wish I had that option - I would be on the next flight out.

Wow, that's a lot of bitching...sorry :)

OK and now something to make me seem like the worst housekeeper ever. The fridge needed a good scrubbing. So I went though and tossed out half used jars of this and that saving only the condiments we would use in the new place. I really didn't think it would be that bad, we never have really old food in there, I have been good about tossing things like that out. I just needed to give it a good scrub and call it a day. Everything was going fine until I removed the crisper drawer at the bottom of the fridge...oh my God!

Something must have leaked, some sort of read meat and I don't know when it happened because we haven't had much red meat since I got pregnant. I am assuming it happened and I cleaned it off the shelves and called it a day not even thinking things could leak down under the crisper. There it was, what can only be described as meat jell-o. The good news is that I was able to scrub it all out and not get sick.

I have learned a valuable lesson, if something spills I will ALWAYS remember to remove the crisper and clean everything up.

Other than that the move is on track, we pick up the truck on Thursday and only have a few things left to deal with in the apartment. This is what we have left to do (I love bullets):

• pack office & kitchen
• putty holes from pictures, curtains, TV mount...
• clean bath tubs & toilets
• wash floors
• get the hell out of that place!
  

Remembering Courtney

This past weekend came and went with not much more than the move and the ball on my mind and some how I let July 25th come and go with out a second thought.

My sister in law passed away July 25th 2005. She was 21 years old.

While in high school she was in a fender bender and hurt her knee, it wasn't anything to worry about but then the bruise was still there weeks later she went in for a MRI. That is how they found the osteosarcoma. She was told that they would fight it as hard as they could but even if she beat it there was a chance it would come back. She fought, she suffered the chemo, she lost her hair, she had the surgeries, she leaned on God, she went to prom, she graduated high school, she beat it.

After high school she went on to beauty school where she graduated and was ready to start doing hair professionally. It was around this time that she and her boyfriend found out they were going to be parents. A few months into her pregnancy she started to have pain in her ear so she went to the hospital and they told her it was an ear infection and to go home. This happened a few times, at this point she was living in New Hampshire so they didn't have any of her records from Children's Hospital in Boston where she had her cancer treatments. Finally someone listened to her enough to run the tests and the news was not good. The cancer was back and this time it was even more aggressive.

At this point there wasn't much they could hope to do, the tumor was in her skull. The decision was made for her to carry the baby for as long as she could and then to operate. At this time Doc was still living in California and he moved home to be with Courtney, she needed him to be with her for every surgery. Jacqulyn was born in May and eventually they were released to go home.

On the afternoon of July 25th Courtney's breathing became erratic and the family readied themselves. She died surrounded by family in the arms of her big brother.

I didn't meet Doc until Aug 25, 2005 so I never met Courtney but I have heard so much about her from my in-laws. It is a strange feeling to mourn someone you never knew but I do. I hate that cancer robbed me of another sister in law...

as promised

So a few people have asked me about analytics and I can tell you that it is very easy. You will need to go here: http://www.google.com/analytics/ and set up a free account the the site will walk you through step by step exactly what you need to do and then you are done! By tomorrow you can have a look at who is visiting your blog and how they are getting there.

Now for Doc, he just doesn't think before he speaks sometimes. In a rare moment of affection towards Princess he was petting her and he looked at me and said, "We better be careful, if there are any holes in the new place she will find them and get out."

Really? REALLY Doc? Now that would be something to worry about if we were moving into a slum on the outskirts of town but I'm fairly certain that we will be just fine in the house. I really have no idea what he was picturing in his head or where these possible holes in the house would be but I got a good laugh out of it.

Next up I have another gem of a song lyric for you...Darius Rucker's song alright. Most normal people know the song goes:

"I've got shoes under my feet
Forever in her eyes staring back at me
And it's alright, alright"

Apparently it takes ice cream to make my man happy because he thought it went a little like this:

"I've got shoes under my feet
Forever in ice cream for me
And it's alright, alright"

What does that even mean? If you have ice cream every day you'll be happy? Ugh! There was another one that made me laugh so hard I nearly peed myself but for the life of me I can't remember it but once I do I will be sure to share it with you.

I hope you all have a great Friday!

tomorrow's blog...

Google analytics 101 and husbands say the darnedest things. :)

For me I am going to bed (alone again for the 4th time this week...I told you, even when he's home he's never home) I wont be surprised if the fire alarm wakes me up. My new crap-tastic neighbors are letting a 3 year old man the grill while the others are inside, all this at 10 PM! Thank God we have less than a week left here.

fun with analytics

It's always fun to see what brings people to your blog but some search terms are best left unknown, some are just sad, and others are so spot on that you wonder if that person is stalking you! Here are some gems from the past month:

Creepy:

• see my wet pregnant woman - I don't even want to know what is going on in Berlin that someone needed to search this...and why it brought this perv to me is an even bigger question! (He landed on my post about my ER visit...)
• my wet wife - I thought this would be the same creep from Berlin but nope this one came from Orlando. Just gross. I hope he liked hearing about my flat iron!
• wife switch - ummmmm no!

Not bad, just 3 creepy searches for the month.

Sad:

• army wife sad life - I hope whoever was searching this has realized that this life is like anything else, only as good (or bad) as you make it.
• I don't think I can be an military wife - as long as you love your husband with all your heart and stay true to the vows you've made you will be surprised what you can do!
• my crappy life as an army wife blog - I am sure it was just that I use the word "crap" so often but I can assure you that my life is not crappy!

I hope the woman feeling these things realize that happiness isn't always something that comes to you, sometimes you have to make it happen. Sure it's not easy to deal with the deployments, TDYs, hours, whatever the problem may be but at the end of the day you are married to the love of your life and the military is just his job.

Finally, the GET OUT OF MY HEAD search:

• Moses found by a princess - I know, they were searching for the bible story but still...given what we went though with my dumb cat this one just caught me by surprise!

I may be back later because I feel I need to share with you some of the hysterical things that have come out of Doc's mouth recently.

Hi Jillian!

I never know what I should call each post so today I am just welcoming my old friend Jill to my followers :).

I know I've been a bad blogger lately but it just seems like there is nothing exciting going on. Doc is on a crazy schedule, I'm used to it but it drives me nuts! I am not a fan of waking up at 1AM just so I can have a conversation with my husband before the weekend. I think he's leaving for a few days today, I have no idea haha. I do know that he STILL has my car! He's been waiting for a locker at work and has all of his junk in the car and since his car is so small it wouldn't all fit. I miss my sunroof and power windows...I miss having my nail file, chap stick, and tissues with me at all times...I miss sitting up high. Poor guy, his car sucks haha! If he doesn't get a locker this week we are going in over the weekend and doing it because I need my car so I can start bringing stuff to the house.

Other than that nothing is going on, tomorrow is my first (and hopefully last) anniversary at this crap-tastic job. I've been requesting my yearly review for a few weeks and my boss is ignoring me. She knows that it's about time that I am treated like everyone else here and put on salary. I have put up with so much crap here (I am still on a 4 day work week) the least they can do is acknowledge that and treat me like an equal. I will let you know if that ever happens, I am pretty sure that when I go back to work after having the baby I will not be back here.

And finally, I woke up this morning to find that my belly has popped! It happened overnight because I know I did not look like this:

(excuse the double chin, taking a picture from below
and turning your head is not a good combo)

check and check

I got a lot done today, Doc was off to work around 10 (it's not that amazing, here I am at 8PM and I still have no idea when he'll be here). Here's what I did today:

• scrubbed the outer cabinets
  
• washed the ceiling fan blades (I'm not good at dusting so they were pretty bad)
• cleaned oven/stove
• vacuumed living room
• nap
• scrubbed the kitchen counters
• laundry
• picked up the clothes on the bedroom floor (with boxes everywhere we've reverted to living like teenagers)
• vacuumed the bedroom
• nap
• packed up all the fancy drink glasses in the kitchen
• this

Yay, I got so much done and managed 2 naps. I really hope to get a lot of the deep cleaning done before we move out, the current plan is to get our crap out of here on the 30th and finish the cleaning on the 31st. The ball is also on the 31st so I don't want to be scrubbing away up until I put my dress on.

Very boring blog post but I am glad I made the most of my crappy economy provided Monday off.

Met my OB (a little TMI)

A few days ago Doc told me that he's not 100% about the medic under him and if he doesn't straighten up Doc is not going to be able to come home early from his next deployment. Yes it will really suck if he misses the birth of our first child but this is who he is. He's not about to leave his guys if he is not sure they are in good hands. I love that about him. Him being there is literally a matter of life and death, him missing the birth is not ideal but the lives of those men trumps that. Between that and the chance of him being away training there is a very good chance he wont be around when the baby comes. Sad.

Yesterday I had my first appointment with my OB. He's former Navy and a really nice guy so I am happy about that. What I am not very happy about is there is only a 50% chance that he will be there when I deliver...what the crap! The hospital is short staffed so that is where the problem is. He said if I deliver during the day he'll be there. Ugh!

When the nurse took my vitals my BP was good but my pulse was 118! WTF. I was feeling really crappy and I thought it was pregnancy related but I later learned that it wasn't. The good news was that even though I am a bottomless pit who hasn't met a carb I don't like I've only gained 3lbs. Woo-hoo!! By the time Doc and I were waiting in the exam room for the OB I realized I was having a panic attack. It's been a while since I've had one of those. At least Doc helped talk me through. What brought it on I have no idea. :(

Finally it was time for my exam and since they said that was all they would be do I sent Doc off to work (I really hate his seeing me like that). While the doctor was doing the exam and he tells me that there is a chance that this exam is going to come back abnormal and I will need a colposcopy. Not what I wanted to hear, I had a copo and LEEP a few years ago and it was miserable. I had panic attacks and cried through the entire copo and I bled a lot, it took my doctor twice as long as it should have because she couldn't stop the bleeding. The the LEEP was awful, they doctor tried to do it in the office and I again had a major panic attack so we had to reschedule so I could be put out to have it done...well I don't think that is a option now. I was told that being pregnant might cause the abnormal cells to grow again but I pray that it's not the case.

I thought my bad day was done after that but then he got the Doppler out so we could hear the heart beat. I was bummed that we sent Doc away because he would have liked to be there. When they couldn't find the HB I freaked out and really wished he was with me. The OB asked "are you 8 weeks?" NO! I'm 11!! Why can't we hear it? He put down the Doppler and grabbed the ultra sound machine and there it was, thank God. The image of the baby wasn't great because it was an external ultra sound but I am just glad to see the HB.

Alright, that is enough rambling from me. Peace!

I'm a trendsetter

Obviously I am pretty cool and people want to be like me, that is a give. I guess I shouldn't be surprised by my friends following my lead and getting pregnant.

OK I am kidding, it may have a little something to do with what they wanted too but it's nice to pretend that they want to be just like me. My friend L found out a few weeks ago that she and her husband are expecting. I am so excited for them! We've been friends since Ft. Bragg and now we are both in Washington and get to go through this together. She's about 3 weeks behind me and doing great. Her husband just left for about 7 months so he should be back just in time for the birth.

My other friend, hers has a bit to do with deployment too but the other end. He husband returned last month after 14 months in Iraq and, well many military wives know (myself included), those home-from-war swimmers don't often miss their mark! She sent me a text message today and when I realized who it was from it was hard for me to type a response because my eyes were blurry with tears. Unfortunately she and her husband are not stationed anywhere near Washington but one day when we return back to New England we will have kids right around the same age.

As for me, well I just unzipped my skirt a little bit, I'm a little over 11 weeks along and am starting to look like a sausage in all my clothes.

I wasn't kidding

Doc came home from work at early this morning and came into the bedroom to let me know that he brought me a breakfast sandwich which was my first clue that he was not in his right mind, I am a french toast sticks girl. Of course I freaked when I saw that he had a serious limp and that is when he says it:

"I landed in a tree."

He was standing in front of me so obviously he's OK so I busted out laughing. He said the fire department didn't have to help him because he was only about 30 feet up there. 30ft!! I would die. I am still a little sketchy about how he got down but I am sure he kind of just fell. He hurt his back when his rucksack got stuck on a branch. I know it's not funny, he's hurting but seriously who does this? He was lucky that his parachute landed next to the tree so he didn't have to worry about that but when he told me he was hanging up there like a marionette I about died. Why am I never around with my camera when the good stuff happens? I guess his buddy landed in a tree too so perhaps it's contagious. (Sure I am mean for thinking it is funny but you picture it in your mind and tell me that it doesn't make you want to laugh.)

Needless to say he's at home sleeping, he's back to work this afternoon I just hope that his back doesn't totally lock up on him when he wakes up. What a disaster, hopefully he's done jumping out of perfectly good airplanes for a while.

why not a 3rd? (dress pic!)

Here it is, excuse the necklace. You can't really see the shoulder but it has a sparkly rhinestone broach looking thing.
And for good measure, here is Doc taken about a month ago...I walked in the apartment and saw this:
And yes he was playing hockey whole wearing his hockey hat. Sorry ladies, this one is taken!

reasons I want to go home

• Portuguese Sweet Bread
• Bagels
• Chourico (shu-REES)
• Dunkin Donuts
• Papa Gino's
• Coffee Milk
• Cape Cod Potato Chips

Oh and my family is there too...

I lied

Over the weekend I wanted to pack up everything we don't use but that just didn't happen. I did manage to pack about 4 boxes before I ran out of space to pile them. When I told Doc that I can't do any more packing until all of his army gear is out of the guestroom he snapped at me. Feeling guilty for not doing your part much? Then just to be a jerk he decided not to pack it all up until this morning, we are both so stubborn and I bet I would have done the same thing! But he has my car today just so he can bring all the junk to work so hopefully I will be able to pack up that room and start on the rest of the apartment.

I am just so excited to get out of there, what a difference two years can make in apartment life. The people who live there have gotten so trashy and I don't think I would have felt comfortable enduring another deployment alone there. Oh and Princess will be happy that those cats that torment her through the window will be out of her life!

In other news, I bought a dress for the ball! I am so excited, I don't have a picture of it yet but it's black and long, one shoulder with ruching all the way down. It's pretty tight but the material stretches (hehe) and the ruching works as a camouflage. Doc helped me pick it out so he approves which is nice because it's not returnable. I am not trying to hide the fact that I am pregnant but as of right now I don't look pregnant, I just look chubby, if my bump pops out so be it. I will try to take a picture tongiht...I wonder if Doc brought his Class As to clothing and sales yet...

Have a great day!

TGIF (that will always make me think of Danny Tanner)

Good morning everyone (and you new faces too, welcome!) I am in a surprisingly good mood today. I got a great night sleep last night which I can credit to Doc, he didn't come home so I had the entire bed to myself. (When that is the case for months on end it sucks but just a night here and there is a God send!) No, he wasn't stuck in a tree or anything he was working. He called at 12:30AM to tell me he was still working and would be staying on post. That made me happy, we currently live 25 miles away and I worry about him making that drive while he's sleepy.

I am having a little problem, well it's not a problem yet but I have a feeling it's going to be soon...none of my hair is falling out. You are supposed to lose a certain amount everyday but I am not losing any! I washed my hair today for the first time since Monday and I expected the normal handful of hair in the shower (going so long without washing it will do that) and there was nothing! I know it's because I am pregnant and I've heard of this happening but yikes, how thick is my hair going to get? Growing up my hair was twice as thick as it is now and such a pain to deal with but it was long so I could pull it back, now I have hair that rests on my shoulders, soon I am going to look like I am wearing one of those helmets from Spaceballs!

I know, if that is my biggest problem I am a lucky lady!

Anyway, I am excited to get packing this weekend, if we don't need to use it in the next 2 weeks it's going in a box! Oh and ball dress shopping, I will be sure to post pictures.

Publish Post

it's a bird, it's a plane....

...no no, it's just Doc. I hate jump days, seriously hate them. Knowing that at some point this morning my husband will be falling from the sky just doesn't sit well with me. It's not really a big deal, he does it at least once every 3 months but still. I just don't get it, what's the point? He's never going to jump into combat in this day and age so basically it's useless. (Well other than him getting to talk trash about "legs.") Each time they lose a good amount of guys to broken legs, concussions, or even more serious injuries. Even if Doc does everything right if the guys ahead of him or behind him on the stick screw up he's going to be the one who is hurt. Can't you just picture him stuck in a tree somewhere for hours and hours waiting for the fire department to get him down? Don't laugh - it happens.

So those of you on my facebook page know we are right back into Army life. When he is deployed I get to forget about the day to day BS but once his training cycle starts again I am slapped in the face with it. FRG meeting tonight, wives only...oh fun! I don't know anyone in this company so hopefully I can slip in and out unnoticed. The boys have night range but it doesn't get dark until 10PM so I don't know why they can't be released for the meeting and perhaps dinner. Looks like he's back to 20 hour work days.

There was one really cool thing that happened yesterday, he went to his old company to get on their jump roster for today and he ran into his buddy from BCT. He had a great group of guys in basic but they all went OCS so they have lost contact over the years. We talked about going the OCS rout but working where Doc works the enlisted rout is the only way to make a career out of it, the officers are rotated in every few years or so and then they are gone. Anyway...his buddy has been rotated in as a new PL. We are going to get together with him and his wife at some point. When he told me I broke out the pictures from the BCT graduation to put a face with the name and it was so nice to look back.

We were a couple of kids, he was 24 and I was 25. I swear this life has aged us about 10 years. This was taken as I was dropping him off after graduation to ship to AIT, I wasn't sure when I would see him again. (Feb 2006) Yea, those Class As are going to need a lot of work...

The bigger they are...

I am convinced that God made a mistake, that He intended me to be 5'4" and not 5'7". He game me the center of balance and the coordination needed for a person 3 inches shorter than I actually am. That is really the only explanation.

I fall down. A lot.

I trip on pant legs, I slip in mud, I get my feet tangled up with each other. I don't know why, I am just a goof most of the time. 3 weeks ago Moses was going to be sick so I grabbed his collar and led him outside, well that was the plan anyway. On my way out my foot got stuck on the slider and I fell, hard. Moses got loose and I landed on my knee and elbow. It took Doc a moment to stop laughing to go get Moses, luckily he had run because he was too concerned with what I was doing on the ground. For the next few weeks I walked around with a skinned knee and elbow like a child (lovely iMac pic):

Over the weekend I managed to drop my alarm clock on my foot, I thought for sure that something was broken but after Doc looked at it and assured me it was fine I was OK. He asked my how I managed to do it and I really don't know. That night I grabbed a sock and an ice pack and went to bed. I awoke to a bruise across the top of my foot making it painful to wear flip flops.

I am still recovering from my traumatic foot injury and my elbow and knee have been healing nicely, well they had been...Once again I hit the deck. I was not even 50 feet from my apartment door when I some how lost my footing and fell re injuring my knee. Moses looked at me as if to say "are you kidding?" I got inside and found that the entire scar on my knee was gone and in it's place was a lot of gushing blood.

Why? Why can't I stay on my feet? Sure it's funny now but when I am about 7 months pregnant it won't be so easy to peel myself off the pavement!

the grind

After 4 days off with nothing exciting to do I gotta tell ya, it's hard work coming back to work! Doc and I had a nice boring weekend and the only thing I had to do was my dentist appointment Friday afternoon. That went well, no cavities and nothing to be worried about. I got a "you have beautiful teeth" pat on the back, a pack of floss and I was on my way. They hygienist I had this time was the same one I had at my first visit there a year ago (not the one who yelled at me in Jan) and she is super sweet. When we move I am going to have to find a new dentist because I am not going to make the drive from Lacey to Milton (about an hour without traffic) just to have my teeth cleaned! I'm bummed about that but oh well, it's only twice a year.

I had the craziest craving for buffalo wings all weekend so I ordered some from Domino's one night and they were sooooooo good! We decided that we can just make them at home, Doc tried to talk me into boneless buffalo chicken then into full size buffalo chicken legs but neither of those sounded as good as wings so that's what we got. So good....so good that he ate them all! I had some but Doc ate the entire second batch. Jerk.

I also heard that Lemon Heads were a great cure for nausea and anyone who knew the 10 year old Amber knows that Lemon Heads are my weakness, if I had an extra dime in the summer time I would be at the campground snack bar getting a box of them. I grabbed 2 big boxes from Fred Meyer's and they were just as good as I remembered. They are smaller but just as good. I guess Doc loved them too because he finished those off as well! Seriously what is wrong with that man? He said it's not his fault that I am suddenly craving all the food he loves.

Finally I have traded in my prenatal for Flintstones Vitamins. Twice this weekend I forgot to take my prenatal and twice this weekend I felt better than I have in months. I know it's not the best idea to stop taking them all together so now I am taking 2 Flintstones Vitamins before bed and feeling so much better when I wake up. The folic acid and iron are about the same and the rest I think are comparable so I am not worried. It's just nice to feel almost human again.

That's pretty much it. Oh and here is a little something I created this morning at work...I was bored!

Shout the good news

When my dad took his last trip to the camp ground in Plymouth, MA it was just him and A's dad, he told him the theme for that summer should be "Shout the good news." Being a campground run by the Episcopal Church who welcomed everyone there wasn't a better theme. Even though my father didn't make it to that summer A's dad carried on and did his part to be sure that through our grief we all remembered to shout the good news.

It's a great thing when your best friend's father and your father are also amazing friends. They were brothers within the church and brothers in life, when one veered off track the other was there to help them find their way. I know my dad misses spending time with A's dad but he's going to have to wait for quite some time before they are reunited in paradise. Yesterday's surgery was a success. The doctors are confident then got all the cancer and now it's time to recover.

Now it's my turn to shout the good news. Praise God! I love you A and when you get back home from Nashville be sure to give you dad a big hug from me.

Oh Balls

So it looks like Doc and I have to figure out a way to go to the ball at the end of the month. We need to come up with a deposit for the new house so money is pretty tight right now which sucks but it's manageable. Doc thinks the ball is going to cost us like $300 but I think he's crazy. I can find a cheap dress, honestly why would I want to spend a lot on a dress right now? I am so fat and bloated! Apparently Doc is pregnant too because he is pretty sure that his Class As aren't going to fit him. Grrrrrrrr He does have a beer belly from leave so we'll see, I will make him try them on after work. I really really really don't want to have to buy him a new set, before we know it we are going to have to shell out hundreds of dollars on dress blues!

Oh he's also fighting me about his shirt, I told him he needs a white shirt and bow tie and he things he can wear his green shirt...formal wear is the white shirt dude! 4 years in the army and he's only worn his Class As twice, Basic Graduation and AIT graduation and neither one of those is considered formal.

I am glad he's being pressured into going, 4 years as an army wife and I've never been to a ball! I just hope I can find something cheap that wont make me look like a beached whale. I don't think I will even look pregnant, I will just look fat. :(

Think this girl will let me borrow her dress?

"And the tree was happy"

Last July I was getting ready for Doc's first homecoming. It was so exciting. This July I am getting ready to move and living in a house for the first time in years is almost more exciting. I've yet to meet my new neighbors at the apartment complex but I've met their music...let's just say July 31st can not come fast enough!

Once we get moved in and settled we I (sure we're in this pregnancy together but he doesn't have to feel like shit so he doesn't get equal billing) will be in the second trimester and ready to start picking things up for our little one. I have been trying to figure out a theme that isn't too themey (I can make up works if I want!) and I've decided on The Giving Tree by Shell Silverstein. Imagine my surprise when Doc told me that he's never heard of him! I knew he had a crappy childhood but come on! If you lived under a rock like Doc this is it:

I can do the nursery like this very cheaply. I don't even think I am going to get a bed set, I doubt I would use it and I can't wrap my head around paying over $150 for one. But with this I can do my own paintings very easily and it is minimal just like I want. I guess I need to pick up the book at convince Doc.

"and she loved the little boy very, very much - even more than she loved herself."