New Morning, A New Day

After waiting until Auntie Amber (Bubbles) returned home from Japan and Grandma Becky showed up for a visit, Belladonna Satine decided to make her grand entrance. My water broke around 4:45pm on Saturday. I was just minding my own business, playing Talismania and I felt a small gush in my crotch. I thought I'd maybe pissed myself. I sat there for another few seconds (to finish the link I was making) and then got up to check. On my way to the bathroom, I felt another gush. Then I ran and said, "Oh shit." With the bathroom door wide open, I tell Pat and his mom that my water just broke. When there was a little break in the gushing, I did away with whatever pants I was wearing and was given a towel to "wear" instead. I "wore" it for about an hour. Went outside, had a cigarette and remained calm. I was fine. Then the contractions started. The first contraction was at 5:04pm and we kept track of them almost until delivery. At first, they were ab

At least for now. I haven't been very good at updating things here. I only know of one, maybe two, people who read this particular blog. to me, that isn't enough to keep it updated. That, and well, we haven't had a chance to play much since he got home. I'm now almost eight and a half months pregnant. Baby's due in about three weeks... 19 days. Room might as well be considered done. We have a portable crib that we're going to keep downstairs and a bassinet is on the way. We're ordering the crib online (easier that way) after this next payday. We're using my old dresser my mother refinished for her dresser; all of her clothes are put away in it now, including the blankets we've received thus far. One drawer left now. We've moved into a much better home. Since our family is growing, we requested a larger housing unit and got a four-bedroom. Now everyone has their own room and we have space for everything. Not much more to update on. For

He been home over a month now and just checked into his new command. Their hours aren't too bad; he starts his day 15 minutes before I do and ends it 45 minutes before I do. So, it all works out. The pregnancy is going well. I'm about to reach the end of Month 6 (if I have counted correctly). Week 26 starts today so I think it's safe to say that I'm six months pregnant now. Whew, who knew? I'm not as tired as before but still tired nonetheless. I still haven't gained too much weight, but I'm not worried about it at this point. I was 156 when I found out back in mid-March; I'm now 163, so I'm still doing good. Bella is 1.5 - 2 pounds now. I can feel her moving more; so can Pat. It's been absolutely lovely. We went to Colorado for a few days last week. Kat & Bird finally got married. That was on Friday. Saturday night, her folks treated the wedding party and out-of-towners to dinner and a show (literally) at Heritage Square. I had a great time

Michael will be home soon. Less than 48 hours from now, I'll see him standing at the baggage claim. It will be the first time in about four months. And it will be wonderful. I did a little bit of shopping at Rite Aid the other night and picked up some cards for him, telling him just how much he means to me. If I remember, I'll post them at the end of this blog. Also, I'll be posting another belly pic tonight. Today, I start week 21. I had an appointment this morning. I guess they saw a benign fibroid on my uterus from my ultrasound a couple of weeks ago. They told me not to worry about it and that it will probably go away on its own. It looks like my uterus is measuring just above my belly button and considering I'm starting week 21, she deduced it was just a full bladder. I wasn't so sure, then I got up after the appointment and had to rush to the bathroom. Heard Belladonna's heartbeat, 150. And she was moving all around!! It took the doc a couple of minutes to

Michael will be home soon. He'll be home in about three weeks and by July 4th. Great way to spend Independence Day, methinks. I'm going on 17 weeks now; I found out what I'm having in about ten days. So happy!! And Michael won't find out until he gets his scrawny ass home. *sigh* I can't wait.

I'm tired of the Navy. I want out. I want Michael out. We want to go home to Denver, where we belong. We don't like California and California doesn't like us. And you know what? We're perfectly okay with that. I have my pregnancy orders now; I check in on Tuesday since Monday is a holiday. Michael's homecoming is back up the f*cking air again and I hate it. I was hoping he'd be home for the ultrasound appointment. It doesn't look like he will be. It's bullsh*t. I love him and I want him home.

... weeks now. I'm still fucking tired. I want to go home and sleep. I don't have my pillow at work otherwise I'd try and sleep here. So much for that idea. I was hoping to be able to talk with Michael via email today but it doesn't look to be likely. It's bullshit.

That's kinda, sorta how I feel at the moment. Michael is so far away right now. My friends are so far away right now. Michael's mother is staying with us for awhile. She and her shi-zu, Angel. I miss Michael. I want him back home... now. I'm into my second trimester now, 13 1/2 weeks or so. I'm really excited and I'm anxiouosly awaiting the energy boost I'm supposed to have this trimester. Emails from Michael have been few and far between lately. I guess the server went down where he is and it just messed everything else up. He called me yesterday, which was nice. It was good to hear his voice; I've gone so long without hearing it.

I'm almost 12 weeks pregnant. Michael and I are so excited!!! He's been able to send me videos while he's been away, which is nice. He sends them to me at work and at home so I can watch them whenever, wherever I want. The girl I work with thought it was cute. She told me she thought SHE was sap. Nah, Michael and I are saps. It's almost time to go home, I can't wait to go home. We had a potluck of sorts at work today and I ate soooo much!!! One of the older guys I work with is sending me home with a whole cherry pie, which was nice of him. Cleanup was easy. I brought in macaroni and cheese (using three boxes last night) and was hoping more people would eat it. They ate maybe one box-worth of macaroni and cheese. I'm getting sick of it at home. Maybe I'll just leave it here until it's gone. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Found a new game to play at work. www.kingdomofloathing.com Fun stuff. :)

Today is going to be long, I know it. I'm sleepy and eating some blueberry yogurt. I don't know how long it's been in the fridge, so I hope it's still good. There's no date on it. I don't feel sick yet, but I feel oh-so-tired. I might find somplace here and sleep for a little while. I need some sleep.

Michael's homecoming is up in the air right now. It was mentioned that he'd be flying home on the 24th of this month. Then, HR/Personnel told him, I think, that he may not fly home until late May. I wish someone would give us a good answer, an answer that we want to hear. Not this bullshit. His pay has been fucked up, too. Apparently, they had him down as single instead of married. It's bullshit. He should have been getting extra money starting the 1st of this month. When it didn't happen, I emailed him. He talked to the personnel people again and they told him it should show up on the 15th. Umm, no it won't. I checked his statement and it's still his normal pay. I told him. He went back and that's when we found out they fucked his shit up. If they've had him single this whole time, I wonder if there is any backpay. I just emailed him about it. I doubt there is, but it's nice to dream. May 1st will be the paycheck with the extra money

With the weekend here, I can only hope that I have a better chance to talk to Michael. I've been emailing him pictures of me via my phone and sending sound clips with them. I've also been sending him one or two stories a day from this blog. I think he's enjoying them. I hope he's enjoying them. I'm hoping today is an early day from work. I want to pick up my maternity clothes, pay my rent, eat my chick-fil-a and see my movie. I want to see V for Vendetta today. We'll see how that works out. I'm still so tired though. A friend of mine sent me TWO care packages with stuff for me, Michael and baby. We're still hoping for a girl, but will be happy with whatever we get. Something keeps telling me that we're having a boy. I dunno yet though. We won't know for another couple of months yet. I'm going to wait until he gets home before we figure out what sex it is. My mother is very happy about it. I've already set up a baby registr

He called me last night. It was nice to hear his voice. Michael is gone from me until July. I've been sending him 15 second sound clips to his email address and picture mail from my phone. He's enjoyed it so much. The night before last, he got pictures of me and my boobies. He enjoyed those very much. Last night, I sent him a picture of my pink parts. He liked that too. I've been sending him stories everyday, too. I've been going through the blog, looking for our intimate moments that I've written about and sent those to him. He's been hard by the end of them every time. That puts a smile on my face. Apparently, he can't move from his seat for about fifteen minutes. I miss him so much. The only good thing about him being gone is the extra money that shows up on his paycheck. I get to use that money for bills. Yay. As much as I love taking up the entire bed, I miss being able to snuggle up and crawl on him in my sleep. He'll be back soo

This is all reposted from another blog of mine. Certain things have been omitted. I think I just may have a stalker on my hands. I filed an informal complaint against him at work and spoke to the CMEO (I can't remember what it stands for). I made a voluntary statement as well as using an email from Michael to help me out on any details I'd deleted from my backup memory banks. I decided to put this here since it's caused me plenty of emotional stress. I'm to the point where I'm paranoid at night when I go to bed. I make sure everything is locked, including both doors leading to the bedroom. Michael's swords are in the corner next the bed, in case I ever need them. *** After returning to 1ST LT from my TAD to SPAWAR, he [Airman Snuffy*] began making inappropriate comments toward me. The first thing he did was give me an “assignment” to pick a fight with my husband, which I have no reason to do. He asked me a couple of days later how my “assignment” was going and

I dropped him off at the airport this morning. If we were able to park the car in the lot, I would have been able to stay with him until about ten this morning. His flight was at 9am, so I dropped him off about five minutes to eight. I left my phone at home but he sent me a text message anyway. His flight had been delayed until 1130 (hence my staying with him until 10am comment). We had a late night last night from all the procrastinating that we'd been doing the last week or so. I think it was 2:30am by the time we got to bed. Getting to sleep was a completely different item. I didn't want to go to sleep. I didn't want to miss anything or any time with him. After changing positions several times, I finally found one and drifted off. The alarm went off too early. I wanted more time with him. I already have started a care package for him. We took out his contact boxes last night but forgot to pack them. Maybe I'll send some cookies, too. He still has some laundry here, s

Okay, so Michael and I went to talk to my surgeon this morning about my b00bies. Turns out that it's epidermal inclusion cysts said b00bies. Surgery is definitely happening. My pre-op date is set for 2:45pm on 8 February and the surgery is set for the following day. Michael will do his best talking to his chain of command about him staying behind to take care of me. I won't have any family here to do that; my mommy-in-law would only be able to come down a couple times a month. My mother might be able to be here for that first weekend only. My sister is going to Japan with her ship for a month. That leaves Michael. I'll be given 21 days convalescent leave and light duty for 6-8 weeks. Sounds like fun, huh?

Money is terrible. I wish we didn't need it, but we do. I just checked the balance of our checking account, which we use for bills, food, etc. I realize now that we really shouldn't have bought all of that food. Something in the back of my head told me that I wasn't going to eat all of it!! It's all negative and I don't have anything that I can sell or pawn to make up the difference. I wrote a check yesterday (when the balance was positive for my new car expiration tags since they didn't accept a debit/credit card. The transaction for the food we purchased just went through. I was put in charge of the finances and I'm doing a shitty job of it because I can't keep track of all of it!! I hav an orthodontist appointment this evening for my retainer that I have to go to. I've put it off for nearly two months now. I only owe them one more payment of like $140 and that's it. I just hope they can take a post dated check since that's the best thing