that's more like it

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now that's more like it.

I awoke to an email from Mike this morning... it went a little something like this:

"bad news. It might be a year. (random marine group) is fighting it. it's an ongoing battle. so you should plan to move East for now."

That sounds more like the marine corps I know and.... know.

I guess I'm just not going to hold my breath either way. I hope he comes home early. I'm annoyed, because I had been all set for a year and now have hopes for shorter. such is life, though.

onward I go...

good news... i think!

So here's the latest...

apparently, Mike has a replacement. apparently, the marine corps might do to mike's year depoloyment that which is basically unheard of: cut it short. turn it into a 7 month deployment. wow.

I mean. I can't say that it is a total shock. Going into the deployment the goal of his command was to bring everyone home after 6 or 7 months. They told us not to count on it. They assured us that replacements were few and far between - difficult to find.

Despite what you may think, the marine corps doesn't actually want their marines deployed for an entire year. They are actually aware of how much of a strain this is for the marines and their families. But really? How often do you hear that a deployment has been cut short? You hear about extended deployments. all. the. time. But shortened deployments? no ma'am. I've never heard of one. ever.

So that's the news. He apparently has a replacement and will probably be coming home October-ish (we think). But that's all we know. It hasn't yet been set in stone. There is not a definite return date. It's all still a little bit too much up in the air for my taste.

But I'm trying to be patient.

Because..... I mean it's good news. I can wait a little longer to get more clarification on this good news. For now, I will just have to be content with this news and not freak out about it too much.

However, here's the thing. There's this other little human involved in this whole military life now and things aren't as easy as they were before. My plan was to move back to the East Coast at the end of this summer and be there until Mike's return in March. Now that Mike will probably be back in October, aka before the baby is born!, it doesn't sound like moving to the East Coast is such a great plan any more.

We need to know for sure, though. We need to know for sure that Mike is coming back early and for sure that he will be here before the baby is born. We need to know these "for sures" so that I can make plans for our baby.

I guess I just have to make a couple of plans and go with the one that seems to make the most sense when it's time for action. I wasn't planning to move until the end of August anyway, so we have a couple of months to figure all of this out. I am doing my best to be patient. It is not easy. I'm managing, though.

In any case, the idea of Mike for sure being here when I go to the hospital to deliver? Priceless. So, I suppose I can take a little uncertainty for a little while if the end result is him being here for that very important day.

Until then......
pray for my sanity... and mike's early return from Afghanistan.

Lovely Summer

Holy Cow have do I ever have a lot to accomplish this week!

I'm accomplishing it... slowly... very slowly.

Today I spent my morning at school where I made a tiny dent in the cleaning-out-my-classroom process. Around 11:30 am it got a little too warm in my non-air conditioned classroom and my belly was a little too hungry so I took a much needed lunch break with my buddy. That was lovely.

After lunch I closed up my classroom and took a spontaneous trip to Target. There were some items that I needed to purchase... including t-shirts that fit my expanding form.

After Target I hit the Farmer's Market for some good produce and healthy food that my body has been craving lately.

When I got home I ignored the disaster of a house I live in and headed out to the backyard to do a little bit of work in my disaster of a yard. After making it less of a disaster, I rewarded myself by relaxing with my feet in the pool reading the first book in the Sookie Stackhouse series. I'm only on chapter 2 and already in love with it. I am also in love with my pool. and reading a book with my feet dipped inside of it.

All in all, I have to say... Day 1 of summer vacation = nothing less than lovely.

The END

When I first found out I was pregnant, there was a big part of me that thought that I would NOT survive the 3 busiest months of the school year feeling all sick, tired, and preggers and without Michael.

But I'm here to tell you.... I DID IT! I survived! I made it!

Yesterday was officially the last day of school. It should have been bittersweet. I should have shed a few tears. I should have had some sadness as I pulled out of that parking lot. But I didn't.

The truth is, I am just much too excited about my future that I don't have it in me to feel the slightest bit sad or sentimental about my past.

Well, I take that back, I did get a bit teary-eyed while watching the season finale of my new favorite show Glee. Somehow that show helped me find the tears that real life just wasn't providing for me.

In any case, I certainly felt loved during my last week. I received much of my favorite thing in the whole world to receive - letters and cards with heartfelt messages written inside. The binder where I keep special things from my students doubled in size this week, I'll just say that.

Probably the coolest thing that happened all week was that yesterday, on the last day of school, my very first class of 8th graders (now just finishing up their sophomore year in high school) showed up and spent the morning with me. 18 of them. 18 16-year-olds who could've spent their morning doing who knows what, decided instead to spend their morning in my classroom with me saying goodbye. It was indeed a special day that I will not soon forget.

All in all, I have no regrets and am ready to move forward.

My hope is that this distance from the classroom setting will give me a chance to reflect. Maybe I will miss it. Maybe I won't. Time will tell.

Working on closing that door..

Last night was my very last 8th grade graduation. The planning was nothing less than stressful, but I knew all along that all I had to do was get through last week and then it would be smoothe sailing to the end of the school year, summer vacation, and the beginning of my new life.

Graduation went off without a hitch. Well,unless you call the fact that both the parents and I scheduled a DJ for the after-graduation party a hitch. That's a funny story for another time, though.

Really, it was great. I'm not too sure how I should be feeling right now. I guess it really is how I've said before. I'm not going to miss the classroom. I don't think. I am going to miss the kids. After the graduation dance, the 8th graders were giving me farewell hugs and one girl latched onto my back and would not let go. She walked with me that way throughout the room as I said my goodbyes to everyone. I'm thinking maybe she is going to miss me. Just a hunch.

I think my brother said it best when he said that it's good that I have an "excuse" to leave my school. It's not my life's work. It was a good experience, but it would have been almost impossible for me to leave if I didn't have a good reason for doing so. Even with the pregnancy and my husband is deployed and I need to be with family reason I have students begging me to stay. I don't feel guilty now, but I can't imagine how guilty I would have felt if I had no better reason to leave than I simply wanted to go.

I am currently holding pretty strong to the idea that next week will be my last week in the classroom. At least in the traditional classroom. I like working with kids. I don't like being their teacher. That's what I know. That's enough for now.

The other thing I know is that I am over the moon excited to take a break from my career, focus on my family, and see what happens from there.

I am practically giddy about opening this new chapter of my life.

I'm feeling good. Michael is doing well. As far as I know the baby is healthy (I'm 15weeks today!). Our relationship is strong. Life is good.