Friday, July 24, 2009

Not-so-bad Doctor

Today was my first doctor's appointment. It was at 7:30 am so I really didn't have a whole lot of time to dread it. Turns out it was fine-I like my assigned OB and I think I will have a much better experience at this hospital than at the one in which the Orclette was born. Later on this afternoon I have an ultrasound, which the doctor was most anxious for me to have since it appears the child #2 is in a breech position. As I still have 2.5 weeks to go this is not entirely worrisome. Of course I'd have much preferred him/her to be in the correct position already ...

You know, other than doctor's appointments I think our life is even more boring than it was before we went on our SC trip. Of course that will change, and change soon ... but it's so boring in the meantime. I did find a little park near our apartment complex that the Orclette can play on. And it's attatched to a nice, affluent neighborhood with nice sidewalks to walk on. So yesterday we made that walk twice. I was so sore this morning ... I think I lost a bit of aerobic conditioning on our trip :D

Damm is, well, maybe not having fun but he is doing great from what he tells me. He texts me at 2:30 am our time to say good morning and I stay up past 8 pm every night now so I can text goodnight to him :D He gets maybe 6 hours of sleep everynight. And it doesn't sound like he'll be able to sleep in much on the weekends, although I think naps are allowed. And he can call and talk to me for hours. I might let him call other people too. (This first week I'm a wee bit protective of his phone time. He's allowed to call me and no one else :D)

Umm. Hmm. My brain feels like it's in several places at once. I blame the impending labor and delivery process. At least after tonight I will be able to buy appropriately-colored baby stuff. I know I only have a couple weeks to wait but Damm really wants to know boy/girl and obviously I have to know in order to tell him.

Now I'm just waiting to leave for that ultrasound appointment.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


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.

Monday, July 20, 2009

On the Road Again

We dropped Damm off at Ft. Gordon Sunday midday then took off back towards Texas. From what he's since told me his AIT should be relatively laid-back compared to basic. He has his phone, his laptop, and it looks like he can use them during personal time. In fact, the NCO's are only going to care if, as Damm says, "Our shit isn't together." He's hoping to have access to the nice library on the base and he's concerned he'll gain weight back because he's heard the food is really good.

Now I have an Orclette draped over me and typing is becoming really hard.