Happy Birthday Grandma

June 29th is my Grandma's birthday. I believe she's 81. If I'm wrong, don't shoot me. :-)

She doesn't look it though. I hope I look like her when I'm 81.

She's a tough ole broad. My mama takes after her. Hopefully so will I.

Happy Birthday Grandma! I love you!

*smooch*

The two week wait sucks!

I'm 5dp5dt. And waiting, waiting, waiting...

Analyzing every twinge, every creak, every cramp...

Is it or isn't it...

I don't know.

I need a hobby to keep my hands and mind busy.

Maybe I should have learned to knit.

Or sew...then I could make baby clothes and maternity tops.

Baby 2006

In less than 48 hours I'm gonna be pregnant.

Yep, the transfer is at 10am Saturday morning. And as far as I'm concerned I'm pregnant until the test says otherwise.

It's been an interesting journey but definitely worth it.

6 weeks and 15 lbs later of birth control pill...ok 20 lbs actually.

4 weeks of subcutaneous abdominal lupron shots to prevent ovulation.

2 weeks of 2x estrogen patches every 2 days...hormones anyone?

It's amazing I've kept my cool.

1 week of 22 1/2 gauge needle 2 1/2" long in the gluteus maximus every day filled with 1cc of progesterone in oil.

These shots continue throughout the first trimester to help prevent miscarriage and keep the uterine lining up and something else but I don't remember right now.

This is gonna be a lucky baby. He/she already has 10 aunties out there who are having a blast doling out advice to mama-to-be...lots of advice about veggies and names...

Speaking of names. I like-

Boy- Aidan Connor
Girl- Dakota Rayne or Dakota Leigh

Now the aunties are proposing lots of different names filled with Barbara's, Sue's, Pixie's, etc.

Here I'll let them tell you themselves...

Oh Aunties?

Yikers!

At barely 5 in the evening it's suddenly as dark as if the sun fell out of the sky.

Thunderclouds appear on the horizon like mountains.

Lightning flashes and crackles, you can literally feel the sizzle.

A storm is a coming.

An hour later, you get soaked walking 5 feet outside.

Hail the size of golf balls is expected any minute.

And my window in my room sprung a leak so I have a parade of water crisscrossing my room.

And I can't stop sneezing.

Just stuff

Time is a funny thing.

How come some days it seems like it takes FOREVER for it to end? Yet other days seem to fly by in two hours?

Some days you can take your time, work on your projects, and have plenty of room to maneuver.

Other days it seems like you can't get anything finished, no matter how fast or hard you work on it. Kinda like when your boyfriend's drunk and can't finish, no matter how hard he tries?

Monday went by fast this week. Tuesday and Wednesday dragged on and on and on and on and on. I didn't think they were ever gonna end.

Thursday went by smoothly and yesterday was a relaxing day at work. We had a shop BBQ. The guys marinated the chicken (extremely well I might add). They cooked chicken, brats, and burgers. Everybody gathered round the table and BS'd for a while. It was enjoyable to see them have a good time.

This time next week I'll be packing for midtour. I leave on the 19th for California for some unfinished business. Please please please keep your fingers crossed that everything works out.

I'm excited but I'm not the flipping out, jumping up and down kind of excited. But every once in a while it suddenly hits me what I'm doing and I get this little flutter in my belly. A good flutter, one that sends warm fuzzies up my spine and into my head.

That's how I know it's right. I just hope God agrees that it's the right time also.

Something else has changed over the last 8 months. I'm a lot more calm. I'm so understressed (as compared to Travis) it's like I don't even know what stressed out means. A new Flight Chief arrived about 3 weeks ago. It's amazing the difference a boss can make. As a shop supervisor I actually can make decisions now without begging for approval. He's seems a great guy although I have a feeling that somewhere underneath I wouldn't want to piss him off. That's ok though, I'd rather work for someone like that.

Oh, another thing about next weekend. Seems that we are having a GI party....

A GI party is a massive cleaning venture. It means that all of us will be out at 8am to clean the dorm. From top to bottom, 4 floors. My dorm is one of the nicest on base. It stays clean. I don't expect we'll be out here for hours.

But still...

I'm 35 years old. I've lived on my own for the last 16 years. I pay my bills, I'm fairly competent. I don't need someone coming in and telling me I need to make my bed or wash the window. Unfortunately there's some who don't know how to be adult. And that's why we're doing this. Not because 99% do what they're supposed to, but because 1% can't/won't be an adult.

Seems like that's always how it is in the military. 99% pay for the 1%.

Anyways, I've rambled enough for today. See ya!

Hormones...

are an interesting thing.

You get hot, you get sweaty...no glistening or glowing, just pure de sweat!

You develop interesting bumps or swelling in the abdominal region. "Water weight" we call it when we're younger and don't want to admit we're getting a belly.

Emotions flash and flare. Reading a sad article or book can make you tear up. And those sappy commercials? Oh yeah, tears start flowing.

Even happy things make you cry. Someone says something nice to you and you're done for. You grab a kleenex and pretend it's your allergies.

Yeah, hormones are an interesting thing.

Definitely worth it though.

Oh yeah.