Hey, remember me?

I'm so far behind in the blogging world that my only choice is a bullet post.

• The hubby didn't end up going to WLC (Army training).  He hurt his back the week before.  He's not sure how.  He ended up having an epidural and wasn't able to go.  We were glad to have him stay home.  But my ears hurt from all the whining. 

• After a couple of months of extending contracts, crossing our T's and dotting our I's or i's, we were able to transfer what is left of Matt's GI bill to Aubria.  He has 26 months remaining.  Divide that by 9 months per school year and she has almost 3 years of benefits to use.  Tuition.  Room and board.  Books.  I am elated that we have one less thing to worry about. 

• Speaking of the little tornado, Aubri will be a year old at the end of this month.  I will do a better update on her then.  But for now, she can wave bye, give kisses, give high fives, and is showing interest in potty training.  She has a potty chair.  We put her on it when she wakes up and sometimes between naps/sleeping.  She has done great.  She prefers to poop on it rather than in her diaper.  But, we are not forcing it.  She crawls like a champ and will eat just about anything.

•  I've been slacking a little on the dieting but I'm hoping to get my butt back in gear now that Easter is over.  I'm down to pre-pregnant weight.  And have lost a total of 15 pounds.

• We put our house on the market.  So far, we have two Looky Lou's.  We take that as a good sign.  However, the town we are wanting to move to has nothing we are interested in.

• Baseball season has started.  Here is a picture from "family fun time." 

That's about all I have for today.  Sorry for the lack of posting and commenting.  I'm going to try harder.  

Hope you all have a great week!

Army related news

I haven't talked about my husband being in the Army for awhile now.

The hubby was active duty Army, then Army Reserves, and now he is in the Illinois National Guard.

One weekend a month, he packs up his gear and leaves.  We live about 70 miles away from where he does his drill.  More often than not, he spends the night.  He is usually gone from 6:00 Saturday morning until 6:00 Sunday evening.

A couple of months ago, he signed a new contract.  A three year extension.  As of now, he has a commitment until July of 2016.  Around the same time, he was also promoted.  He is now a Sergeant. 

This all means a couple of things for us.

First of all, he will have a 10 + year (actually 12) commitment to the Army.  When you have a commitment of over 10 years, you can transfer your GI bill (the thing that pays for him to go to school).  From what I understand, he can't transfer it to Aubri because he already starting using it and it has to be used within 9 years from the time he started using it.  So, basically, we are going to try to transfer it to me.  If my school is paid for, I will go as long as I can.  Matt has done a great job with school and has one class left.  I'm super proud of him for going.  

Also, because of his promotion, he will have to go to WLC.  That stands for Warrior Leader Course.  I'm not sure how much of the details I can share.  But, what I can share is that it is a couple states away.  He will be gone for two and a half weeks.  And it's coming up soon.  

When I think about him leaving for two weeks, I get a little nervous.  Aubri has went from a perfect little angel that likes to sit on a blanket and play quietly to almost a toddler that likes to roam, yell, and get into things.  Taking care of her has become a two person operation.

But, then I remind myself, it's only two weeks and a half week.  I can totally do it. 

He should be able to text me and call me everyday.  We can probably even Facetime.  It's two weeks, not 15 months, or a year, or 9 months.  We will all be fine.  

The thought of him leaving is a big reminder.  A reminder that it could be a lot worse and it is a lot worse for some people.  Having him home with us every night is something I try to not take for granted.  I will never forget what it was like when he was deployed.  But, I think we both grew a lot when he was gone and looking back, I'd do it all over again.

Aubri and I will miss you!

Back to work

Tomorrow, I go back to work.  In a way, I'm glad but I'm also sad.  I'm going to miss spending all day with Aubri and watching daytime TV.  But, I gotsta get out of this house. I'm just not cut out to be a stay at home mom. 

Saturday was my birthday.  My mom and dad had a party for Fathers' Day.  We went over there and everyone spoiled Aubri. 

Sunday we celebrated Fathers' Day by doing absolutely nothing.  Matt and Aubri watched the Cardinals game in his garage man cave.  And I made a trip to Wally World. 

My mom is going to babysit Aubri while Matt and I work so tomorrow she'll go there and I'll go to work.  I can visit on my lunch break but I've never been away from her for more than a couple of hours at a time.  I hope I don't cry.

Back to Work

It was nice being home and laying on the couch with the pups for almost a week but I was ready to come back to work.  I was ready to go back by Wednesday afternoon.  Day time TV sucks.  Drew Carey is a horrible Price Is Right host.  I bet Bob Barker himself doesn't even watch the show.

Yesterday, I had a doctor's appointment at 10:00.  Everything was fine.  I'm fine.  Button's fine.  I got to come back to work. I'm supposed to be still taking it somewhat easy though. 

Now, I have to go see the doctor weekly.  As soon as I leave his office, I have to go to the hospital to have the baby monitored because of the diabetes. 

The earliest my doctor wants me to have the baby is at 39 weeks.  That's still 3 weeks away.  Matt usually goes to the doctor with me but he didn't Monday.  When I told him 3 more weeks he said, "You're gonna be pissy for 3 weeks, huh?"  (He can say that because I'll be the first to admit it.) I told him, "Yes, most likely."  He said, "Well at least you and my baby girl are okay." 

His life does suck right now.  I toss and turn all night long.  I moan and whine about my hands, back, hips, and feet hurting.  I get up to pee about 5-15 times a night.   He doesn't really complain though.  He puts lotion on my feet, ties my shirts in the back for me (for some reason most maternity shirts tie in the back?), ties my shoes, if I wear tennis shoes, helps out with stuff around the house, and listens to me bitch.  Don't tell him but I wouldn't trade him for anything.

So, unless something crazy happens it will be at least 3 weeks before little Button gets here.

In the meantime you can look forward to:

Maternity photos

Nursery Reveal

And a super awesome GIVEAWAY!

No pictures, no fun

This past weekend Matt and I attended a friend of ours wedding. Thursday evening I texted a friend of mine and asked her if she would take some pictures of us before the wedding. She said yes. I believe I was strapless bra shopping when I texted her.

When I got home the following conversation took place.

Me: "We're going to do something before the wedding, you're probably not going to like it, but I don't want to hear any arguing."

Matt: "What!"

Me: "We're getting our pictures taken before the wedding by *insert friend's name here*.

Matt: "What, no."

Me: "Yes"

Matt: "But we just got our pictures taken."

Me: "Uh no, when."

Matt: "That time we were supposed to wear blue or purple and your mom had your aunt take our pictures."

Me: "That was 2 years ago."

Matt: *Points to pictures on the wall* "What about all those?"

Me: "Those are from our wedding, which was three years ago and the others are our engagement pictures."

Matt: "Do we have to?"

Me: "No pictures, no wedding, which means no beer drinking."

Matt: "Fine"

He was also instructed on the way to get the pictures taken to behave.

The following are the results:

We ended up having a good time at the wedding and we were both fairly well behaved.

Hope you are all having a great week!