Leavin' the Deep South.

This move might literally drive me over the edge before we even leave Louisiana.

Inevitably, car issues popped up. For a moment there it looked like we were going to have to throw a few GRAND at the problem, which would have seriously derailed all financial progress we've made towards savings. Not to mention the few thousand it is taking to move across the country voluntarily. The Air Force would either move us up to Michigan or from Michigan to Alaska, but not both. No brainer! Thankfully we got that all taken care of and Daddy, the knight in shining armor, was able to solve the issue by doing a full tune up himself. So we saved hundreds on that also. Yay for having a super capable and manly husband who is awesome with his hands!

Now we are about less than 72 hours from officially leaving the dirty south and I am a giant ball of emotions. Happy that we can get the move over with which means we can get the year apart-business going so we can have J back and get to Alaska! Sad that we are leaving friends who have become family in every sense of the word. We have been so blessed to find a few other couples who we've connected with and who love our son just as much as his biological aunts and uncles do. I'm just treating these goodbyes as the "see you laters" we all come to know and dread with the military life. Why does it seem like we are always saying good bye? To family in our home state. To each other. To friends. To houses. On and on. Such is the life.

Back to my crazy pregnancy hormone induced ball of emotion. I'm nervous that we are making a mistake by leaving 2 weeks ahead of J. We don't really have an option because I HAVE to be in Michigan for my 28 week appointment to meet the new baby doctor. J HAS to stay here for all of the testing, training, outprocessing jazz I mentioned before. I just keep focusing on the fact that we will have a few weeks of uninterrupted QT before he heads for the pacific. And I need to remind myself that, we made these decisions before the real stress of moving and leaving our base set in so we need to have confidence in the decisions we made while we were calm and rational. And by we I mean I. Because, as always, Joe is 100% steady and 100% calm. He is ever my rock. I am so blessed to have him to help fill in the cracks when I start to bend and break under pressure. And he does it with such grace. No frustration or moments of patience loss. Total opposite of me. I know I must wear him completely thin with my worrying, what-ifs, anxiety, etc. But he doesn't let it show. God bless that sexy man of mine!

The house has to be done tonight, and it mostly is. But there are stragglers in every room, of course. This is how boxes of random junk get tossed together. I dream of the day that we do a full TMO move. Next summer, it will be bliss!

We've left IJC's room for last, as he has been struggling with the move. Even though he LOVES being in Michigan when we visit family, he is just not looking forward to moving. And I don't blame him with all of the changes he has going on in the next few months. Daddy going away, new baby sister on the way shortly after...not easy for the little man of the house! But tonight we finally have to get his room boxed up and in the garage with everything else. Monday this will ALL be over and we will be unpacking and awaiting Daddy's arrival in the Mitten!

C'mon, Monday!