With the big move up north just days away, I'm still surprised that I am actually holding it together. I've had one meltdown and that wasn't over J's upcoming year long short tour. It was over switching insurance regions mid pregnancy. It seemed like this huge hill that I couldn't possibly climb after talking to our current region and the region we're about to switch to. After hours of googling and phone calls, I realized the answer was simple. It will cost us a bit out of pocket over the next year but it is worth the price of not having to deal with non-military PCM, authorizations, etc. Once I settled down and realized that it is just another task on the list of inevitable moving chaos and not the huge uphill battle I was making it out to be...the day went along much smoother. Or maybe it was the giant cry I had in the bathroom.
J has to stay at our current base for about 2 weeks longer than the kiddo and I, due to some training, PT test and other pre-Korea things. I would certainly be staying here if I didn't have a new OB to see 1,000 miles away. We, obviously, want to soak up all of the extra time that we can before he heads off. Good news is, he is taking a few weeks off before he heads out so we will have plenty of uninterupted time to have some summer fun! We are definitely planning on doing some camping and heading to Lake Michigan for day trips to the beach. The boys will no doubt spend a few days a week fishing on the pond at the farm.
In other news, I have already started looking at new ways to introduce even cleaner eating habits into our daily lives. And fitness plans that will help me meet my goals of losing the pregnancy lbs. I've only gained 9 lbs thus far. Which, compared to the 20 something I had already gained by 26 weeks with Isaac...makes me feel like a goddess. Even if I do feel larger than I did at this point with him. I've been scouring clean eating/lifestyle blogs. Some of them make it look so easy and everything looks so tasty! I know it isn't easy to get into a routine but I ALSO know that once you hit your stride in that routine, staying fit and clean FEELS amazing. I just need to remember that when it's -20 degrees in Michigan this year and the house is packed with Holiday goodies. Hopefully I'll have managed to get into enough of a routine (without being derailed by college football saturdays, apple cider mills, etc) that it won't be 'no 'thang. I'll have mid tour to be looking forward to and I'm going to want to be smokin' hot for my man!
I realize this post has no photos but I mostly just needed to write out what is going on so that I can continue to tell myself things are going fine, the move will soon be overwith, the year will be on a roll and the kids and I have so much to look forward to even if Daddy can't be with us. I refuse to dwell in the self pity that can so easily take hold when you're dealt some not so awesome cards in the military lifestyle. But the bottom line is families can choose to let the year get the best of them while they lock themselves in the house and refuse to get out and live their lives (That are going on whether you actively participate in it or not. Time is passing.) or they can embrace all of the possibilities that an entire year holds! All of the growing you can do, learning, exploring your area, exploring yourself, finding new ways to communicate with your spouse and creative ways to keep things romantic and exciting, having the opportunity to share precious one on one time with your children if you have them...the list goes on and on. It doesn't have to be a pity party for one for a year, 6 months, 4 months...whatever boat you're in. It is a choice. A simple one, really. And why would anyone choose to break down and lay in bed waiting for their live to return to "normal". There is no normal, here. Having a spouse who sometimes has to come in and out of your family's daily life is simply the reality of life in the military. Best to find a way to make it work for you instead of against you! Now, I will just come and re-read this whenever I start to feel sorry for myself.
9 days and counting! Time to get crackin' on some packin'!
I didnt mean to be that cheezy. :)
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