Wow, it's been a busy few weeks! I can't even begin to describe to you how tired I am. And how tired I'm going to continue to be for a little while. But while I'm sitting here with my feet up, refusing to do anything that involves getting off the couch for the rest of the evening, I thought I should end yet another mini-hiatus.
I'm about sixteen and a half weeks pregnant now, and getting very excited to start feeling baby movement. I've thought once or twice that I may have felt something, but since it's so far and few between it's hard to tell. I should start feeling movement for sure within the next few weeks, and I can't wait. It's by far the best part of pregnancy.
I'm definitely starting to look pregnant which I have mixed feelings about. I love that people can tell I'm pregnant, not just chubby--but gaining weight after working so hard to lose it this past year is tough. I know it's for the baby, and I am gaining weight at the appropriate rate. But it's harder to accept this time around.
The "big reveal" is two weeks from yesterday, and I am very excited to find out whether Evie is getting a brother or a sister! Thankfully she's come around and seems excited for it to be either. I "feel" like Baby 2.0 is a girl, but I'm not sure if that's mother's instinct or just wishful thinking. I'm ready to know one way or the other, and to begin the nursery!
There's another reason I've been so exhausted the last few weeks. We've been battling with Base Housing and it's commanding office here at McConnell for the past four months to either get a new house on Base or have ours thoroughly fixed. Our house is from the 1950s and leaks horrendously in the basement when it rains. From the amount of water that was accumulating, mold started to grow. One thing led to another, we found out Michael is allergic to mold, and when they refused to do anything but the very bare minimum to make the house livable for our family, we finally gave up. We moved off base.
The day we found out once and for all that the Base wasn't going to do the right thing to the day we signed the lease on our new home, was a whopping seven days. We toured apartments and townhouses, looked at rundown homes, and finally found a diamond in the rough with our new single family rental home. The housing allowance at McConnell for an Airman does not allow many choices when it comes to adequate housing. You either live in the ghetto or you live in a two bedroom apartment. Neither of those options were very appealing so we were very lucky with our find.
For the past week and a half I've either been packing or unpacking or cleaning. I spent seven hours cleaning the old house today, and I'm not even finished! The final inspection in Base Housing is no joke. I'm still disgusted that they are going to put some poor unsuspecting family into our should-be-condemned old house, but I can't say I'm really surprised at this point. I'll be glad when we finally wash our hands of it all, and walk away with the knowledge that we will probably never live in Base Housing again.
I'll post pictures of the new house soon, once I finally finish unpacking it all. And if I can stand still long enough, I'll have Michael take an updated baby bump picture!