Turn Turn Turn Again

Well, it now appears that the 1% chance of Alan’s deployment going ahead as scheduled has now come to fruition. That means that he’ll be leaving sometime between mid-February and mid-March and won’t be there when our child is born. He’ll also be in Louisiana for almost the entire month of November. So woe and suck to that. I wasn’t really getting my hopes up or anything, but it still sucks. There is still a chance that it will only be a nine-month tour instead of a full year though, because the Army is in the process of changing its home/deployment schedule. One, it will make the deployments more on a par with the other services and two, it will be less mentally stressful on both the soldiers and their families. They’re trying very hard to support soldiers’ mental health now.

When I had my appointment on Monday, the doctor recommended Sea-Bands to help with the nausea. She also gave me ginger gum. Between the two, I’m actually feeling like a human being again. It’s awesome. Well… by awesome I mean that I don’t feel like dying. I still don’t feel great. Just better. I’m not looking forward to having to take the bands off when Lisa and Kurt come to visit since I’ve been wearing them constantly over the last two days and they’re actually working. The only time I’ve taken them off is in the shower. I’m starting to think that maybe we should just tell them while they’re here. That way I don’t have to change my eating habits or try to explain why I’m chewing anti-nausea gum and wearing motion sickness wrist bands. It would also save me from explaining why I can’t go with them when they do their mountain bike tour down Pikes Peak, which I would normally want to do.

Telling now would also give all mothers the optimal notice for preparing to be here when the baby is born. Because it’s early March, my mom would still be working at her winter job. I would just really like it if she could be out here with me, since Alan won’t be and I’ll have to deal with a newborn all by myself otherwise.

Okay, getting a bit weepy. I cry at the drop of a hat these days.

Alan thinks it’s going to be a boy. Based on the old wives tales, I think it’ll be a girl. I also have a niggling fear in the back of my mind that it’s going to be twins. Now that would be a tough situation while Alan was gone.

~Liz