The first day back is always the hardest. I was fine the day we left Damm-I spent quite a bit of time texting and talking to him. The next two days were filled with driving. Last night we arrived. I got to walk into the horrible swamp cooler-cooled apartment and discover that we had been overrun by ants. Ant problem was taken care of last night and today I bought two new fans. And then it was just the Orclette and myself. Lots of time to think.
August 3 my mom gets here. Just a bit over a week to wait. In the meantime I'm sure I'll be over at the in-laws house quite a bit. And I've talked & texted Damm everyday. So it really isn't that bad. And he is still gung-ho about joining the military so that is extremely comforting. Just as I said, the first day back is the hardest. Our daily routine has yet to be re-established and we're entering into the waiting period for child#2. Once he/she gets here and I'm able to start going to the gym again (that being a fixed and certain time each day that mother-in-law will watch little kiddos for me and I will be free) and MOPS starts etc. the days will pass more quickly.
Trying really hard to stop feeling sorry for myself. I knew what we were signing up for. Reality is harder than knowing, however. At least in this case.
It would help if I had my car. But I've decided that I'm not going to drive again until after child #2 is born and Damm concurred with me so now I really can't drive. Bah humbug. It's safer, though. I was already having a bit of trouble concentrating before we went on our trip-purely a pregnancy thing because I never have problems concentrating while driving.
Tomorrow will be a better day.