Gasp!

This, to say that I've been thinking about you a lot lately. The last couple of weeks, especially, have left me longing to find the right mixing of words to adequately convey the last 7 months of my life and each time I see the blogger tab in my bookmarks toolbar I feel a pull to find something, anything!, to write about. Not that I lack actual subjects: the baby!, the army!, my scattered brain!- all provide a cornucopia of rambling mishmash to be click-clacked out in-between feedings and during naps and while playing and giggling at the cats. Alas, the pressure to succeed and be good at writing, all coming from nobody but myself, because from what I see, nobody is exactly who reads this, must keep me from biting the bullet and just doing it. So here, a little toe dipped in the great big internet ocean as I attempt to get back on the horse, in the saddle, giddy-up cowboy give me all your money cowgirl.

It's spring and my favorite tree is everywhere here:


Fingers crossed that now I will start writing more. No breath holding though, just crossed digits.

Words fail

Wouldn't you know it, the night before SGT T comes home I get about 3 hours sleep and am therefore an emotional wreck when he arrives? I bet you didn't know I had it in me to shed such emotionally joyful tears, did you?!

We also made many bystanders cry. I guess we just have that kind of impact on people. It was pretty great, after the hour delay for his flight to get in, to see SGT T. And by "pretty great" I'm "pretty sure" I'm making the biggest understatement of all time. But really, how can you put something like this . . .

. . . into the right kind of words?

Countdown for reals

What do you wear to the airport to pick up your husband when you are one month postpartum (ie you can't fit anything but your sweats) and haven't seen him in over 7 months? We'll find out tomorrow!

The ultimate Christmas Eve feeling

Two-ish weeks until R&R - I might explode from anticipation.

How's this for keeping my blog up to date?

The highlights:

- Had baby on Friday (8/7/09)
- Turned out the ultrasound technician needs to go back to school - Chili turned out to have a penis and NOT a vagina meaning his blog name will be lilSGT instead
- Mom and baby are happy and healthy, though still working on some high jaundice numbers
- SGT T was able to be on Skype for the entire labor and delivery, causing several nurses and one or two doctors to cry
- lilSGT is most likely the cutest baby in the world - said with a completely open mind, I promise :)


One week old, at doctor's office

Countdown

Sorry for the lack of content here these days, I have no excuses; however, it has brought me to the conclusion that I'm pretty boring. Either that or I'm just in a serious "nothing creative is coming to mind" funk because all my spunkiness/humor/interestingness is (hopefully) being funneled into this little gal I'm growing. Maybe it'll come back to me once we are allowed to function as separate beings - fingers crossed.

In the mean time, I'm 35 weeks and 2 days along. A more exciting (to me) way to put it is I have about 5 weeks left until I am officially due. I'm not holding my breath, but early babies run in my family: I was born 5 weeks early, sister was born 3 weeks early, brother 1.5 weeks early; my sisters kids also came early: 3 weeks and 10 weeks. So, you know, any day kiddo. Also, was that totally inappropriate punctuation in that sentence? Whatever, I'm pregnant.


35w2d

I recently made the comment that if Rocky Road ice cream were combined with Tin Roof Sundae it would be the perfect ice cream - chocolate, marshmallows, and the awesome chocolate covered almonds (from Tin Roof). And than, to my incredible delight, I was informed that Breyer's does, indeed, make their Rocky Road with chocolate covered almonds. Needless to say, I now have a huge crush on Breyer, whomever this person may be.

Hot?

Facebook is funny, would you agree? Right now we are experiencing the hottest weather of the season and, naturally, Facebook is filled with comments about it. What compels us to do this when we know everybody else is experiencing pretty much the same misery? Well, there are some exceptions, to be sure, those that carry the extra misery above and beyond it just being crappy hot. I'm not complaining, I just think Facebook gets kinda silly sometimes. And I'm no different from anybody else, so don't go accusing me of being all judgmental or hypocritical, oh no! Me? I'm confused by the fact that nobody in my house but me wants ice cream tonight and Dad says he doesn't because it's TOO HOT OUT. Well, and he doesn't want to be an enabler (aww, thanks, Dad!). And to be honest, it is pretty hot. Hot enough that I couldn't drive myself to the ice cream store and then home because I'd have to be continuously maintaining the ice cream that would be dripping over the edge of the cup. What a mess. So I'm going to go hit up mom for a ride to the store because I don't think it's too hot, no sir.