Catching up

Oh my heavens! I have become the kind of blogger I used to hate...well hate is a strong word but I didn't like it when people would go forever in between posts! To start off this post, I guess I have to apologize for being that kind of blogger--Sorry.
This might turn out to be a way long post but I wanted to record some stuff to look back and remember.

From the last few posts you all know that JC is in Oklahoma training. We moved in with my parents the first week of August. We were told JC might not make it to Oklahoma to train until after the first of the year. We were both kind of bummed but decided that it was what it was an we couldn't do anything about it. About a week and a half after moving in, JC was helping my brother unload some stuff when I got a call from him on the cell phone. The person on the other line was an ecstatic person trying to get the words out, "THE F.A.A. CALLED! SOMEONE HAS DROPPED OUT AND THEY WANT TO KNOW IF I CAN BE THERE TO START CLASSES ON TUESDAY!!" I told him to hurry up and call them back and accept it and that we'd work out details later (This was Wednesday evening). Thursday and Friday were spent running errand and making preparations that we thought we'd have months to do. The following Saturday morning we hit the road. Sunday night we got to Oklahoma. Monday morning we checked JC in to his housing. Ran some more errands. Tuesday he attended his first day of class. Tuesday evening he took me to the airport and we said our goodbyes. I did pretty good until the plane was taking off and the water works started. Here I was pregnant and leaving my hubby in a strange place. Late that night I got to Salt Lake where my wonderfully supportive family was there to pick me up. As you've read from his posts, he is keeping as busy as he can. We talk every day and I still have a good cry once in a while. I am SO grateful for this blessing though. JC is an amazing husband. He misses us and looks forward to coming home. In the mean time, I continue to fall in love with him more and more I realise the sacrifices he is making to support our little family. Only 8 more weeks to go--and counting!!

As for me, I've been--for the most part--trying to enjoy this pregnancy. I do amit I hate the morning, afternoon, and evening sickenss but it comes with the territory. I haven't felt the baby move yet or anything like that but I am so in love with this little one already. I was asked what I wanted and I have to admit I have my heart set on a boy. JC would like a Daddy's girl. Of course, we will love it whatever it is. ( Have I mentioned I hate referring to the baby as "it"?!?!) I can't wait until JC comes home so we can find out what it is. Right now for names we are thinking Lillian Jane for a girl (Jane was my Grandmother's middle name) we would call her Lili. If it's a boy we will name him Kevin Curtis (my Dad's name and JC's dad's middle name) and we would call him K.C. Like I said before though, we will love whatever Heavenly Father has sent to us. It's been a long time coming and we acknowledge it as a miracle in a blessing.
As for the morning sickness I've have my fair share. I've heard everyone's horror stories and I think I've come off pretty lucky. I keep being reminded that the face I AM sick this time is good. (I was never sick with my first pregnancy which ended in a miscarriage). The only things I've really craved are potatoes and apple pie--wierd I know. At this point (10 weeks) I can't stand meat! I can't smell it, look at it, or eat it. I know I need the protein so I try to gag down chicken every so often, but hopefully that will go away. I've always been a meat and potatoes girl--hence my absense of a barbie figure-- so I'm looking forward to being able to eat and enjoy it again. I have only thrown up 3 times so like I said before I'm feeling pretty lucky.

That's pretty much a quick run down on us as of the happenings of late. As for the future, we will be leaving Idaho the first week of November to head for Alaska. I have had many a good cry at the idea of being with my hubby again but having to leave my family. I know when it comes time to leave from up there and come back and I will probably have the same feelings. For now I'm trying to keep positive about it. It truely is a great blessing that has been very humbling to both of us. Of course we couldn't have gotten to where we are without support of parents, family, and friends.