|Let this be a lesson to you - don't get a tattoo below your belly button. It will haunt you for eternity.|
The Sailor called me last week and said he was free to come home, and it was a bummer that his flight wasn't until Tuesday. It took me all of an hour to change his flight (for a third time) so that he arrived the next morning. Are you kidding? Five extra days to spend at home with us? Worth the $$ it took to switch to a last minute weekend flight, for sure. It ended up being a bigger blessing than I knew at the time, because the twins and I ended up with a cold the day he got home. With him here to help with the kids, run to the grocery store, and just generally make my life 100x easier, we're recovering fast. There is such a genuine peacefulness around here right now that we're not used to during his visits home. The knowledge that his return to the ship is always just a few days away tends to be a dark cloud, and creates a sense of urgency in even the most mundane moments. This feels as close to "normal" as we've had in such a long time. It makes me very excited for his new job, which will have him around more often.
So what's the "mission"? Miss Margo. Maybe it's taboo to say I'd love for her to come a little early now, but the February birth date is less and less important to me as each day goes by. She kicked me this evening and I actually jumped and said "ouch!". None of my children, even when I had two babies in there at once, have kicked hard enough to cause discomfort. That, coupled with the Dr. saying she looks great and is a good weight, and my husband being here, makes me feel 99% ready to go. Unfortunately, I don't believe in any of the labor inducing tricks you read about. That hooey about sex inducing labor was surely a fib told by some unfortunate man whose wife was perpetually pregnant. Unless someone has a trick they honestly believe in, that's worth trying (speak up if you do), I'm just going to think happy thoughts, and pray that my body remembers my last two pregnancies and decides that we're all good sooner, rather than later. It's funny, I was so stressed out during the beginning of this pregnancy that I was worried about holding onto it, and now I'm so relaxed that I have a feeling she won't be in any hurry to come out. Even if she waits until D-Day, that's only 17 days away. We're very ready to meet you little bird.
|A visit from Anna's favorite person, Grandma Jane|
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