Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

...and realize what you had until it's no longer there. It's been 3 months since I've seen my husband. Some people, actually really close friends of mine, would quickly state " Erin, 3 months is nothing...he's in training, not deployed, you're able to visit him...etc." True, however, it's still not easy, and he's still not here, or me not there, and I don't like it. (Sorry, just deal with my vent.)

        You can blame it on the raging hormones, but I'm having a really hard time being away from the hubby this go around (opposed to the countless months apart in college.) I recently went with my family to see Big & Rich in concert...8th row, beautiful night, favorite group, and I balled. They played "Lost in this Moment," which some of you may know was our first dance at our wedding, and I cried like a baby, in front of everyone. Then they brought soldiers out...are they doing this to me on purpose? Honestly.
        
        Also, I'm having a hard time with not being able to experience some of the ups and downs of pregnancy with him. I mean, I consider him lucky to not have to witness my massive mood swings daily, but most days are wonderful and I just want to have him around when these miracles happen. I keep telling myself, soon enough. But I'm terrified he's not going to recognize me when we finally move into our new house together in November.

       After that rant, sorry again, I am super excited because I am lucky enough to be able to visit the hubby for a couple days. Although he's still has to work, just getting back in a familiar routine is so peaceful for me. Even if it is me doing his laundry and cleaning up his messes =) I love seeing his face last thing at night and first thing in the morning.

       We are super excited about this pregnancy, and I'm sure I'm filling his head with all this information that I've been reading that just terrifies him. And it makes me laugh when he gets so frustrated when I compare Baby H to a size of a produce item...i.e. Grape/Lemon/Apple. So now we have tried to come up with alternative size comparisons...

       So here is Baby H at 15 weeks (the size of a Kit Kat Bar)

        So as you can see, there may or may not be a tiny baby bump...I'm just ready to get out of this fat phase...or fatter than normal phase. Hopefully by 20 weeks I'll be showing a little more. Keep us in your prayers. I am hoping to hear the baby's heartbeat at my next Dr. visit on Monday.

                                   Have a great weekend.

                                           xoxo,

                                                   e.