I'm gonna have a little tiny baby!

It's official: 

 I'm pregnant! 

Jonathon have been trying since April and we found out December 11, 2011 that we are indeed going to have a baby. This month, we decided to hold off on trying during the holidays and pick back up after my birthday in February. I guess this relieved a lot of stress and totally unexpectedly, a baby was conceived! And I'm pretty sure it was Thanksgiving morning - haha. Sunday night, I had a sneaking suspicion that I was so I decided to test before we went to bed. I was thinking it would be negative regardless since you're supposed to always test in the morning, but I got 2 lines immediately - didn't even have to wait a whole 30 seconds. I freaked out, ran in the bedroom and threw the test at Jonathon who was already asleep. He wasn't sure what to say so he kinda sat there and stared at it and said "well, looks like we're pregnant" or something non-exciting like that. The next morning, I came in late to work and stopped at CVS to get more tests. And yes, I tested in the office bathroom when I got in and got 2 very, very dark lines. Go me :)

I'm a solid 6 weeks, 1 day pregnant today 

and my due date is August 11, 2012. 

I had my first OB appointment this past Tuesday with Dr. Stephenson who was fantastic. I'm actually disappointed she doesn't get to be my doctor for the whole pregnancy. Kinda strange, this military thing - my first appointment was at the Quantico clinic with one OB where they did bloodwork (but never did a pregnancy test which I found amusing...what if I was crazy and lied about being pregnant? they just wasted a whole 2 hours....but whatever! Figured that would've been priority numero uno!) and I signed more papers than I did when we bought our car. The rest of my appointments will be in Woodbridge, which is oh so convenient for me since it's about 10 minutes from my office. Woohoo!

My next appointment is when I'm 10w1d where I'll get my first ultrasound. Can't wait to see my little jelly bean (baby's nickname, by the way)!

Today was especially exciting. I got my first baby and maternity clothes from Angelfood (along with a box of food - mmmm) which is an organization that gives boxes of food to military families E-5 and below, as well as gobs of clothes. They have a whole room set up with clothes that you can pick through and just take whatever you need. I got a pair of maternity capris and a maternity skirt, and a whole bag full of neutral baby clothes. Over the next few weeks, I'm going to be working on cleaning out the to-be nursery so that when I slowly start collecting baby items, I'll have somewhere to put them! It's a good thing I won't find out the gender for several more months, otherwise, I'd have already have the nursery bought and put together lol. 

one of my favorites - says "my best friend" and is covered in dogs hehe

So, that's pretty much it. My head is swimming with baby thoughts, so there's really not much room left for anything else at the moment. I think it's time for a nap!

Married to the military

Almost 2 years ago, I married this cute guy I met at a club down in good ole' Milledgeville, GA. He told me he was a Marine and drove a truck, and that was all I needed to hear (and all I did hear - you know how loud those crazy clubs are!). We got engaged, he deployed, it was rough, but not all together horrible. I was still in college, living with my fabulous roomies and was totally distracted by, well, everything. Then he got back, and it's been a whirlwind - May: moved home from college. August: moved to NC. November: moved to a temporary home in VA. March: moved to our "permanent" home in VA. That's 4 moves in less than a year, folks. Crazy. Now, a year an a half after we moved into our permanent house on base, I'm starting to wonder what the future holds. Where are we going to be in a year? This is a question that has been haunting me lately. I'm a pretty flexible girl, so I don't really mind where we end up, but, I'd like to be able to plan for it. As of right now, in a year, we could be in VA with a newborn baby, we could be in south GA living in a retired military base, we could be living on the beach in California, we could be in North Carolina, I could be in any of the given places and my husband in a war zone, etc. etc. etc. The potential baby is the biggest - and scariest - factor. Do I really wanna be in Cali by myself and a newborn baby, a country away from family and many countries away from my husband? Uhh, no. Do I really wanna be in South Georgia where it's 8 million degrees 24/7 with 487% humidity (ok, maybe it's not really that hot and maybe I exaggerated on the humidity...just a bit...but you get the point)? Uhh, big time no.

But the thing about the military is that I don't get any say in anything whatsoever. Good and bad. Bad because I don't get to choose where I'll be living. Good because I don't have to choose where I'm living - meaning I don't have to decide which of the crazy places my family and I will be going. Meaning, it's not my fault if we end up somewhere awful.

Military wife life is an adventure to say the least. Hopefully I'll know in 11 months where we'll be headed in 12 months!