The Lord Provides: An Outlet, A Flight Number & A New-And-Improved Window

Life is funny.

Heading to Sonic to get myself a quick pick-me-up, I nearly ran over some kids rollerblading down the steep hill to my neighborhood. Already angry and frustrated (it was still during my 10 minutes, I promise!) I wanted to yell at them for skating down a blind hill, but instead continued on to my beloved hazelnut iced latte.

I returned home to some noise outside my window. Being a bored housewife, I decided to peek outside to see who was making so much noise. Outside I spied our stroller, which FedEx must have delivered during my earlier rendezvous with the vacuum. I eagerly opened my door to retrieve the package and was surprised to see the same teenagers sitting on my front porch filming their friend doing some "sweet jumps" on the stepped sidewalk in front of my house.

Oh hell no.

I not so politely asked them to remove their behinds from my porch and they actually listened, walking away mumbling to themselves in all their skater-boy angst. Call me crazy, but where did these boys get the idea that it would be okay to sit and hang out on someone's porch?

And then the answer came to me: it was a gift from God. I needed someone to take my frustration out on and He provided me with a group of idiot teens deserving of my anger. If I ever needed any proof of His existence, I now have it. So thank you, God, for providing me with the outlet that I so desperately needed.

After letting loose on the kids, I happily settled myself putting together our stroller. I missed my opportunity to take a picture of it in the daylight, but just know that it is exactly what I wanted: gender neutral, easy to use, and as stylish as an infant car seat and stroller frame can be! Thanks Mom and Dad!

Still in stroller bliss, I received a phone call from the head of the FRG (Family Readiness Group) with some more information about Tom's return. I now have a flight number and window that puts him home early next week. FINALLY, some quasi-concrete information. While nothing is set in stone, it definitely helps to know which flight number to be watching.

*** A brief clarification as I've had some questions, the flight number that I'm referring to is not an actual flight number, i.e. United #721 or Delta 974. It is, rather, a flight order number and does not provide any information about the date, time, or stops of the flight.**

As for me, I'll be heading to my midwife's office tomorrow for my 28 week checkup. Lots of poking, prodding, and tests will culminate in my personal favorite: the RhoGAM shot. I almost can't wait! Hopefully we'll be able to get another ultrasound in the next week or so and be able to get a clear view of the sex. It would sure be nice to give a name to the person currently kicking the crap out of me. And shopping for gender-appropriate baby things will be a blast!

Here's a picture I sent Tom this weekend, taken at 27 weeks exactly.



I'm still not sure if I even look pregnant, and most people are shocked when I tell them how far along I am. But we're very certain that we are! I've now gained 11 lbs, definitely not enough according to my midwife's standards. But for a girl who has struggled her whole life to put on a few pounds, I'm extremely proud. We'll just see what she has to say tomorrow!