So, it's been 6 months or so since you last heard from me. A lot has happened in that time. We survived another deployment (only 2 months this time thankfully), my baby turned one and started walking/running and has gone from being the tormented to being the tormentor, my two year old found his voice and now uses his words to charm and amaze me all the day long. Jamie marked 10 years of military service this past fall and also was promoted to Major.
We celebrated our 4th anniversary, which seems like a ridiculously short length of time considering all that has happened in our crazy life together. And the biggest thing to happen in the last 6 months . . .
We are 22 weeks along with baby #3. She is perfect and healthy and a SHE! I almost don't really believe that it's a girl. I had resolved myself to the idea that I was destined to be a mother of sons and would truly and honestly have been happy with another sweet boy. That being said, I bawled like a baby when we found out that there's a little girl growing in my tummy. Jamie was gone and had asked me to have the ultrasound tech write down the sex and put it in an envelope so that we could find out together. So, I called him in the parking lot afterwards (it took two ultrasounds, coincidentally - she had her legs crossed the first time). I had felt from early on that it was a girl, but was trying not to hope because I didn't want to risk feeling the guilt of disappointment if it wasn't. Truly, I was kind of protective and a little defensive of the idea that it could be a boy since EVERYONE else was so hopeful that it was a girl. The ultrasound tech gave NOTHING away, despite knowing that I already have two little boys, which made me believe that it was likely another boy. The tech had written it on a post-it which was stuck to the inside of the envelope so I had to reach in and peel it off to read it. But I saw an "L." And I knew. And I almost couldn't get the words "It's a girl" out to Jamie before I burst into tears. I shocked myself at my own reaction. I guess I just didn't know or wasn't letting myself acknowledge how much I really wanted a daughter, a little girl of my own. I literally couldn't talk for a few minutes I was crying so hard. And then, when I had composed myself enough to drive, my mom called and I had to pull back into a parking space because I started crying all over again. The first girl of the generation and I get to name her "Mary" and she's ours. We are so blessed. I almost don't know what to think! I only know boys! What will I do with a baby girl! I don't know! But it will be such a lovely adventure finding out.
Here's hoping I can get my act together enough to document our lives with the detail and humor I did once upon a time. I love reading my old blogs, remembering the things I'd forgotten, rediscovering myself at a different stage in my life. I regret that I've failed to maintain that kind of record keeping. So I'm going to try. I owe it to myself and to my kids to write this stuff down. They are just THAT awesome and they will be grown before I know it. There is so much to remember.
