Frosting

*Title has nothing to do with what I'm going to write about. I just happen to be eating strawberry frosting out of the can*

It seems kind of lame to be starting a new post just seconds after I published the first one, but like I said, it's 2 a.m. and I can't sleep.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the passage of time. It amazes me that the same span of time can seem to hugely different depending on the circumstances. For example, a month ago I became a civilian after spending a little over 3 years in the Army. These last 30 days have gone by insanely fast. I can honestly say that they went by faster than ANY month of time while I was still in. It just seems so strange. The last year has gone by fast though. In less than a month Andy and I will have been married for a year already. In that year we have moved twice, changed vehicles, gone through Hell and back with the Army, found out and dealt with the many, many changes because of me being pregnant. And now we're settling into a new home and preparing to bring home a baby in 6 weeks or so. Crazy.

Wow. Until I saw it typed in front of me I didn't really realize that there are only 6 weeks left before my due date. And I don't think he's going to wait that long to make his grand entrance. I feel like I have so much to do before he gets here, and yet it seems like I can't really do anything until other things happen first. Does that make sense? I know it will all work itself out, but it's really enough to drive a person nuts.

Speaking of Mr. A.J., he's really been beating me up lately. He seems to think that Momma's bed time is his Party Time. Don't get me wrong, I love feeling him wiggle and roll and kick, because it let's me know he's healthy and doing good in there. But I really wish he would let me sleep a little now, because lord knows I won't be sleeping much later. I can't wait though. I'm beyond excited to meet this little guy and bring him up. I'm also completely terrified, considering I have no idea how to raise children, and have next to no experience with infants. But, if cave women and crack whores can manage to get their babies to adulthood, I'm sure I can too. And I have my wonderful mother right here to help. It'll be a long, hard road, but it's one that I'm looking forward to going down. I've wanted this for a long time, and I'm so happy that it's finally happening. I complain a lot (because let's face it...being pregnant is not the most fun thing in the world), but I truly am overjoyed. Really, I'm getting everything I wanted. I'm married to my best friend, I have the opportunity to be a Mommy and I'm living back home where I belong. I may be huge, hot, uncomfortable, worried about money and other things, but when it comes right down to it and the things that are truly important, life is good.

I suppose I should put the frosting away and try to sleep again. Goodnight, world.