Ok so heres the latest buddha belly picture. I'm 16 weeks here and am definately finding it impossible to hide my little guy sticking out. Sadly I am not going to take a picture of the ultrasound because...well...I don't want to?
This past week has been interesting to say the least. And while I liked my guests and enjoyed the visit, I am VERY GLAD they went home. There was some drama and an incident that I appear to be the only one that can't quite let it go since I think it was WAY disrespectful to my husband and I as their hosts and as other's friends. Whatever life goes on. In the course of their visit, our Plt also managed to do anything and everything wrong and currently has 3 active NCO's not under investigation or PCSing back to the states. Needless to say I've been a big wreck of emotional pregnant hipponess. And to cap it all off a German guy hit me at a rest stop on the way home from the airport while I was driving the new car. Totally his fault. He admits it, I know it, all is well. But I cried like a baby. Not a ton of damage, but I broke the car and its less than 2 months old. He also yelled at me in German because I couldnt' understand. GREAT WEEK.
And now I'm sick. Heck yes son. Let's just get everything out of the way all at once. Why the heck not. So I'll be back in a few days maybe sooner. I haven't lost my blogging world, just my motivation to get out of bed.
A military wife is mostly girl. But there are times, such as when her husband is away and she is mowing the lawn or fixing a youngster's bike, that she begins to suspect she is also boy. She usually comes in three sizes: petite, plump and pregnant. During the early years of her marriage it is often hard to determine which size is her normal one. She has babies all over the world and measures time in terms of places as other women do in years.
I'm a 23 year old wife and mom trying to find a place in the world. I'm my husband's mistress since he's married to the army. I love to read, cook, and eat, not necessarily in that order. I live, I laugh, I cry, and sometimes I even get it right.