One day you're in...

As they say in fashion, "One day you're in and the next day you're out."

(I hope you said that in your best Heidi Klum voice.)

Turns out, that's the way the Army works, too.

Last weekend, we received a phone call saying that they couldn't find a civilian company to get us packed up and moved out at the original date they gave us. This meant that we would be staying in Georgia longer than we expected, which made me nervous since I already feel as though I'm about to pop! Frustrated, we slapped on our smiles and said, "well, it'll work out."

Then yesterday we got another phone call. And what did those fine people have to say?

"We can either move you tomorrow or in July- take your pick."

Holy smokes. I called and cancelled my plans to attend a parenting class that evening and got to work dividing up what we would need to live in our soon-to-be barren house over the next few weeks and what the movers would need to pack up and ship.

Twenty four hours later and I'm writing to you via a Mac sitting on a tv dinner tray and some camping chairs.

When it comes to the Army- Rule number one is: Learn to roll with the punches!

Let us shower.

Baby shower #2 was well underway by the time I showed up in a tight green little number. Gross, I know. At 7 months pregnant, I can still wear some of my dresses albeit not well, but I do squeeze in. I just don't want to buy a bunch of stuff I won't wear again, ya know?

Off topic. Anyway...

My family had a little cookout and showered Baby K with gifts. I got so much great stuff, I can't even tell you about it. You'd be jealous.

The formal living room looks like a baby twister came through it. There's no place and no need to put away all of his things since we're leaving pretty soon.

Here are some photos of the event:

And everyone was just so happy for us. See?

We even had a few clappers.

Such enthusiasm! But let's be real...It IS an awesome stroller.

Good times. I'm one lucky gal!

mah frands

*sniff, sniff*

But, but....I don't wanna leave!!! (again)

On Saturday morning, I got up bright and early to prepare a brunch for some of my friends who I will miss dearly when I move farther away from them. Granted, it's not as far as Alaska, but it's not the hop, skip, and jump away that I would prefer. When you find good friends, you keep them!

With the help of my mother's lovely touches on her porch, I threw together a pretty tasty breakfast of eggs, sausage and cream cheese casserole, fruit, cinnamon rolls, and orange juice.

P.S. See that "M"? I totally made that.

My girlfriends and I had a nice breakfast outside before it got too awfully hot. It just didn't last long enough (the conversation, not the food). I'm going to miss these girls, as I've missed them while living here in Georgia. Now, I'll get to see them a bit less and that just ole plain sucks.

I know, I have such a way with words. Anyway, after we got done eating, we snapped a few photos, all of which I was unhappy with because of my ever growing midsection (but I'll do anything for sweet Baby K).

Next stop on girls' day? - The only cold place we could find, the movie theatre. We went to see Bridesmaids which was rather funny but a little risque! We laughed and laughed and this didn't last long enough either (the fun times, not the movie).

And now here I am, back in Georgia. My loves are in Tennessee and I'll soon be headed to Louisiana. We must part again.

Boo hoo.

I'll miss ya, mah frands.

Winner Announcement

Ding, ding, ding! We have  a winner! After hosting my very first giveaway, I'm happy to announce that my sister won the prize. I swear, I didn't cheat.

See, here's proof:



I had five comments total and random number generator chose lucky comment number five! Congrats, Paige. I'll send you what you need for your free Be There Bedtime Story. Thank you to all who entered. I wish you all could win! You still have a great chance of winning the same prize here. Her giveaway ends very soon so get on over there and enter to win. As of right now, she doesn't have anyone else in the running so you could easily be the lucky winner!

There will be more giveaways to come.

Love,

Red

Shh...Don't tell anyone, least of all my mom-

but I miss my red hair. I know, I know. I'm a blonde and I should stay that way. But after Baby K is born and the mood strikes me, I might just go red for fall.



Oh, and this was totally the post I was looking for yesterday when I was writing about moving. This photo says it all, though-



Red heads are sassy. They're their own woman. See photo above as evidence. I could use some of that confidence to get me through all these new changes headed my way.

Perhaps it will give me a new spring in my step.

Anyway, have you entered my giveaway yet? Today is the last day to do so. Also, for another chance to win the same prize, head on over to Our Navy Nest and register there, too! Her giveaway is lasting a bit longer than mine. Good luck and God speed to you, my friends.

Baby Steps

Now, listen closely because I don't say this often: Being pregnant has its perks...especially when one is in the process of moving houses. Might I remind you that this is my second move during this pregnancy? This means that I could take it easy unpacking our belongings when they arrived from Alaska. It also means that I will be sittin' back to relax when the movers and J pack up again next week to transfer us from Georgia to Louisiana.

Might I also remind you that I moved our entire life all by my lonesome in ten degree weather, complete with icy steps and very cold fingers?

This is precisely why I secretly enjoyed watching the following baby steps unfold:

 



It was at least ninety degrees during this moving process (hahahah!). Being in the delicate condition that I'm in, I couldn't possibly help him.

Nope, my only duty was to you, my readers, in documenting this spectacle. Wondering what is in that big ole box? It's more furniture for Baby K! I'm so excited to get his room set up eventually. First, we have to find him a room, though. Baby steps.

I think I'll take a ten degree moving day over ninety plus any ole day, however, we're moving to the wrong state for that, huh?

Look out, pregnant lady down!

How did this cute, energized, feelin' good preggo lady

29 Weeks

end up completely disoriented on the floor of the hospital?

Well, I'll tell you. It all started with this:

Yes, the dreaded glucose test. I wasn't worried in the slightest about this little procedure. In hindsight, I think I should have been. I waltzed into the Army hospital with my cute ThirtyOne bag in hand, filled to the brim with school work I have yet to do. I wasn't about to waste this required hour simply sitting around in a waiting room.

For those of you who don't have a clue what I'm talking about:

"They" give you this ominous orange liquid that's incredibly sweet and disgusting. You have five minutes to down it. Then you must wait around for an hour and ponder why your husband put you in this predicament. After an hour has elapsed, you are then taken to a room where "they" will draw your blood.

Easy peasy, right?

WRONG!

After about 30 minutes, I began to feel very uncomfortable. It seemed ten degrees hotter than the minute before. I reached up to gather my hair from touching my neck and fan myself. Whew! Dizziness, too.

I put my books and notes away, willing myself not to puke all over the waiting room.

There were tons of people in there, as usual so I definitely didn't want to purge the system for all to see. A visit to the hospital is bad enough.

For the sake of everyone in the room, I decided I would go to the bathroom and lose my lunch there. I was quite bummed as I stood up because I was going to have to do this all over again, as tossing my cookies would void the test.

I grabbed my bag and made my way through the crowd into a not-so-crowded hallway where the bathroom was only steps away. Only...

I didn't quite make it.

Black spots everywhere. Elephants seemingly taking up residence on my brain. Heat. Head circles. Yuck.

Look out, pregnant lady down.

I woke up to a man staring at me and then calling for help. Then big, bad Army guys lifting me up and showering me with cold compresses, water, and lots of smiles. Were they laughing at me?

I felt so dumb. The women seemed frantic. The men were overly attentive. I was just hopelessly embarrassed. Of all the doctor appointments for Captain J not to go to! Of course, I'd completely lose it at this one.

Apparently, I didn't fall, so that's good. I also never painted the hospital green either, another plus. I got to continue with the test. Results forthcoming.

Blah. What a day.

P.S. - For other Ralphing terms, visit this website and expand your vocabulary as I just did.