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winds of change

It's always a great day when you start the morning off with vomiting up an empty stomach. Even better when it's out of the blue, into your kitchen sink full of last night's dishes, while your 15 month old looks on in confusion and concern.

I thought I knew what tired was before I got pregnant. I thought I knew what exhaustion was while I was carrying my son. And after he was born I was sure I had become an expert on living a life with little to no sleep. As it turns out I was wrong on all accounts.

Tired is a relative and ever changing term.

Our lives are in another phase of change. After some ups and downs and long, long wait we finally got word that this coming transfer season will bring us a little closer to home. The good ol' USCG will be moving us to yet another vacation destination, Cape May, NJ, where we will only be about 5 hours from family instead of the 12+ that it takes us to get there now.

This news comes with a side of relief, as my current definition of tired is "Chasing around a 15 month old little boy full of energy and curiosity while 18 weeks pregnant with his sibling."

They tell you to rest as much as possible during pregnancy. A cruel joke for one who is in the middle of getting a household together for a move to be made(a whole month before we had originally been told, mind you) and simultaneously entertaining a little one who has found the freedom of movement.

I take heart in knowing I am not the first woman to be crazy enough to combine all these life events into one. Thank goodness for this beautiful community of crazy military wives who have done all of this and more, time and time again. Successfully. And soon, I too shall join their ranks.

But first, perhaps a nap.

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