Blue, but not Royal

I thought today I would be ready to poke fun at all of you who woke up to watch The Royal Wedding, but I'm not feeling into it today. This morning I, too, got up early and turned on what I thought was the news. Unfortunately, all I saw was coverage, coverage, coverage of the big event. I suppose it's exciting, but I'm sure it doesn't need to be on every single channel. I'm sure some of you even remember waking up to watch the wedding of Princess Di, too and we all know how that turned out. When in doubt, SLEEP!

Ahh, perhaps I'm just bitter that I don't get to rock some of the fabulous hats that were in attendance today.

I should take my own advice and sleep when I'm feeling this way. I don't know what's wrong with my attitude this fine day. I'm having a bit of some pregnancy blues, I suppose. I want Baby K now. I want to spend my time taking care of him, not taking care of two dogs who just happen to be driving me nuts today. 

I also want to feel like a person again. I want to put on clothes and not want to run away from the mirror in horror. I'd like to get a taste of this pregnancy glow people speak of. I want a normal appetite. I want sushi and wine, but not necessarily together.

I want to not have to drive for hours every weekend from now until we PCS. I want to finish up this pregnancy and this duty station with a feeling of peace and not rushed chaos.

I want to not think about all the terrible things that could happen to Baby K that are beyond my control. Maybe you don't know this, but today is SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) Awareness Day...and I really don't want to think about that either.

I wish I could just chill out, relax and trust that God is in control of my little family.

But today I just can't help feeling blue.

And it all seems so selfish when I think of all of the people in this area who have suffered from the devastation the storms brought earlier this week. My prayers are with the entire Southeast during such a scary, sad time.

Psalm 30:5
Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

Dear Baby K,

I want you to know that I love you so much already. When I think about why I'm here in this world, I hope a big reason for that is you- I think it is. I plan on doing all that I can to make you happy while raising you in a way that your dad and I can be proud of. I want to teach you so many things- humility, compassion, loyalty, curiosity, confidence and a fun lovin' attitude with a southern accent, of course. These are just a few characteristics that I know I'll find in you later on down the road. I pray daily that I can be the best parent to you that is possible. I can't wait to meet you and see if you have my eyes or your dad's height. I wonder what your mannerisms will be like and I daydream about your laugh. When I hear it for the first time, I know I'll melt. I can't describe how wonderfully scary being on the verge of motherhood is- Scary because I want to be the best mother I can be and wonderful because each little flutter and kick reminds me that you're already a big part of what makes me, me. I've loved you since day one and that will never stop. Not ever. You come out when you're ready and not a day sooner, okay? I love you already!

- Mama

Our Great Migration

Remember when I promised you long, long ago that I would add more photos from our trip across America? Well, I'm a liar no more! Here they are...in all their glory. Please excuse my inability to make slideshows/movies/etc. There's an extremely awkward part towards the end, but I have no desire to fix it. Maybe I'll get better, ehh? Probably not. Enjoy!

Pregnant With Laughter Part 8

{At the beginning of this lil ole meme of mine, a few people added their links. As of late, no one is participating, but I hope you don't mind that I keep plugging away with my Pregnant With Laughter posts. I enjoy having a place to share these funny moments and be able to access them whenever I need a good laugh. I'll continue to add a link at the bottom of the page if anyone would like to participate. Thanks for reading (and laughing) with me!}



Being pregnant often causes one's mind to go to mush. Small things fly out the window, like sanity, for instance. Some people refer to this time of forgetfulness as the dreaded "pregnancy brain." I try to avoid these moments at all costs, but I simply can't. They're inevitable. 

I've shared with you before some of my crazy dreams I've had and today I'll share with you another. I bring up the pregnancy brain issue because I believe it played a part in the following dream...

Captain J and I were laying on our aging grey sofa, legs entwined, and marveling at the miracle that was kicking around inside my belly. I was laying back and my husband was propped up on one elbow with his other arm stretched out on my belly so that his hand might get to feel our son's movement. We dreamily discussed what he might look like and how we couldn't wait to hold him. It was at that moment that I suggested, "Maybe we can just take him out for a second. I want to hold him right now."

Now, in my pregnant brain (and inside my dream) this was completely do-able. Somehow (and I won't go into the gross, gruesome detail) we took our sweet baby right out of the womb, just to hold him.

How selfish? How weird?

I woke up panicked that I would even entertain such a thought. 24 weeks is no time to take a baby out of Mama's belly. For the next few hours, I contemplated what a terrible mother I might turn out to be because of my dream persona insisting on endangering her sweet baby fetus simply because she had to hold him. Was dream Mrs. K a reflection of the real Mrs. K's selfishness? Crazy, hormonal pregnant lady thoughts ensued. 

Have you preggos had any funny dreams lately?

A plus

Yesterday, I went to pick up Drifter and Holly after our hiatus to sunny Florida. We tried out a new boarding company because the last one we used caged them all day with no chance to play with other furry friends. Not cool.

Captain J opened the door to the facility with a little trepidation. We hoped our pups got a good report card after all the bragging I did on their behavior with other doggies on the application form.

The gentleman at the counter began checking us out and closing our transaction as he said, "I've dealt with huskies before and two can be a real pain in the a**..."

[Insert incredibly awkward, uncomfortable pause]

"...but these two were great! I'll watch them for you anytime."

Whew! Catch these two on a bad day and his comment could have been a totally different story.



Like a proud Mama, I acted like my angels were always just that- perfect little angels. Inside, I was a little dumbfounded. Most people don't describe my dogs as well behaved. Poor D-Nugget and Holly dog. They probably were just happy to get out of the four walls of our living room for a couple days to play with other creatures of the k-9 persuasion.

We're longing for dog parks and huge fenced in yards at our next duty station. Send your positive thinking powers our way!

Love,

Mrs. K, Captain J, Holly, and Drifter

The good luck spatula

I didn't have a wedding ultimately because I'm a cynic. I won't go too far into detail because I recognize that wedding season has begun and I wouldn't want to put a damper on anyone's day. The truth is, though, there's only a few people whose wedding I would actually want to go to and I kept that in mind as I was playing with the idea of having a wedding of my own.

I thought, "Surely no one cares much about what dress I will choose, what my hair will look like, and what music I'll walk down the isle to." I figured if everyone had to come to a wedding, they'd mostly be concerned with whether or not there was alcohol or if it was on the house. Most of all, though, I didn't think anyone would want to come, aside from family and close friends- and that was pushing it!

Then there was the business of showers. It sort of, kind of makes me feel totally uncomfortable. I mean, why would anyone buy me fine china because I found the man I want to be with? Nothing says "good luck" like a new spatula, I suppose.

I guess I just felt like I didn't deserve the gifts that were sent our way. People were incredibly nice with their cards, words of encouragement, and lovely house warming/newlywed gifts that it left me at a loss for words. We hadn't even given them a wedding party to attend yet presents were arriving in the mail, left and right.

I think the majority of my anti-wedding feelings stemmed from the fact that I'm an introvert. I don't enjoy having all the attention focused on me, despite my love of this very public blog of mine. Nothing terrifies me more than the thought of everyone staring up, eyes focused on me, on a day that I want to remember as incredibly special and important. You see, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy the moment I married my best friend if I was nervous about tripping down the isle or searching for the right words to say when some random, intoxicated, old dude sauntered up at the wedding reception asking for a dance.

As I reflect on all these happily avoided moments, I can breathe a sigh of relief. I can spend the entire month of May celebrating other couples wedding festivities and think to myself, "Better them than me!" I mean that in the best possible way. I know most women would love to walk down the isle in a gorgeous dress with all eyes on them on their very special day, but that's just not my cup of tea. I would marry Captain J a million times over, but thank God I don't have to.

So, here's to the end of April and the beginning of May! I'll be home in Tennessee quite a bit in the upcoming month to celebrate with friends who are soon saying "I do." I can't say I won't be as big as a house by then. I can't say I won't avoid the picture taking at all costs. But I can say, Happy Wedding Day to all of you who are tying the knot. I'm incredibly happy for each of you and wish you so much love on this new chapter in your lives.

Meanwhile, I'll be the pregnant chick in the back, trying not to pass out from all this Southern heat and humidity.

Blessings,

Buh-bye

A brief hiatus is in order,

for a certain couple on the Georgia border

We're off to frolic, hand in hand

and place our toes back in the sand.

Goodbye, farewell, I'll write again,

but not until after I work on my tan.

Love,

Mrs. K