“Man never made any material as resilient as the human spirit.” – Bernard Williams
Above is the month of July in Instagram photos. It feels like more of “The Gingi Show” and less like “The Freeman Family” with Jonathan being in Navy Boot Camp in Illinois for all of July, and all the photos being primarily of me, my cats, and the books I’ve read. But the coming months should contain photos of Jonathan AND baby Tessa! *so excited*
July was kind of hard on me. I dealt with the first month apart from Jonathan with an amazing degree of peace and serenity. Then, as the weeks and days inched closer to seeing my handsome husband again, I found my emotions taking a wild ride that ranged from euphoria to depression within seconds. I honestly cannot tell if my emotions are circumstantial (husband being gone) or hormonal (baby wreaking havoc with my body) or maybe a combination of both. But the latter half of July was not exactly bueno.
But aside from the mood swings and crankiness, July was fairly productive on both of our ends. I kept busy with ever more crafts and projects (like Tessa’s baby shower and planning for the Navy family Meet and Greet!) and Jonathan had a blast at Boot Camp. His division won the Captains Cup, and he earned a ribbon for being a Sharpshooter. He also performed on the drums with the Navy Drum Line live at the two PIR’s prior to his own. I am so very very proud of him!
And a lot of those worries and unknowns I was fretting about in June? They are slowly becoming KNOWNS, which is fan-freaking-tastic. For instance, Jonathan is definitely going to school in Pensacola. We assumed that would be the case, but knowing makes planning so much easier. Now I can look for an apartment, a doula, a birth photographer, a place to pop out my princess, and so on. I can also start advertising for wedding photography again. It’s such a liberating feeling knowing what is going on! Don’t get me wrong, I am all for adventure and excitement, but the stress of birth and a cross country move? Well, I was on the verge of being all funned out with so many great unknowns looming over my head!
I’m still taking it all one day at a time, putting our lives and our situation in God’s hands, and focusing on the things I CAN control and plan for. While these two months away from my husband – and being relatively without communication – have been hard, it has convinced me that we can weather anything. So the upcoming move to a new state, settling in, and planning for a baby is something I know we can handle. I am so proud of the man that I married, and so excited to have our little daughter joining us to be a family. Life sure is about to get interesting!
And now. Here’s some of my favorite tweets from the month of July:
I need to learn to handle my own panic so I don’t convey it to my child. But PAPER CUTS, man. How do you NOT freak out??!
The life I crave = what most feminists rail against as an artificial socially constructed gender role. They can suck my white picket fence.
I love cats! Meow meow meow meow meow!!
I discovered an armrest in my basketball tummy, but Tessa keeps kicking me. It’s my belly TOO, Tessa.
Its insane to think, not too long ago was a barbaric age before Google maps where you could not find the nearest Starbucks from your car…
I keep looking at photos of myself from a couple years ago and thinking “Man, you’ve really let yourself go.” Then I remember I’m pregnant.
I always knew I’d be a MILF someday. Now my new goal is to someday be a grandMILF!
I’m being disgustingly domestic, making Star Wars diaper covers in my pajamas whilst reading “The Power of a Praying Wife”.
Women who think being pregnant is “fun”, who hurt you?
Pro-choicers – “It’s just a blob of tissue.” *looks at ultrasound of Tessa* Same pro-choicers – “OMG, she looks just like you!”
My idea of hanging out is forcing my friends to watch funny YouTube videos all day…
I just told my cat to stop being a pussy, and then laughed at my inadvertent funny.
It’s going to be very hard to leave the people we love and start all over again…
If everything were easy, life would be boring.
I can tell you right now, my husband is going to want to cosplay grown up Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon 2…
This baby keeps bruising me in ONE SPOT on my belly. I wish I knew what she was doing. And I wish my husband were here so I could blame him.
I just really want to be able to scream “YOU DID THIS TO ME!!” to my husband. That’s really the extent of my knowledge of how babies happen.
The problem with cuddling in bed now is that my iPhone doesn’t cuddle back.
I want to make out with Jonthan’s face.
It’s not fun not getting the sex.
Ugh, I am so desperately in love with my husband, it’s so annoying!
Sigh. Another douchebag telling me I’m waging a War on Women as he advocates killing my daughter in the womb.
I have an uncontrollable urge to buy Jonathan some new pants. It’s my favorite package, I should make sure it’s suitably wrapped.
Having a baby hurts, I’m told.
My friends know me too well – “She’s bored without her husband. So it’s either debating politics or taking pictures of her cats.” TOO TRUE!
I need a tremendous amount of love, attention and compassion right now.
These past weeks have been a self-imposed self-nurturing time: reading, watching anime, doing whatever I really really want to do.
Cell phone, I don’t know why you keep capitalizing COSPLAY, but I like the way you party.
Got to talk to Jonathan… He was awesome and earned a surprise phone call home! *happy dance*
I get inappropriately excited over what I perceive to be sexual innuendos in descriptions of coffee.
People who type out “should of” instead of “should have”. Ugh.
Okay, I give up. I can’t stop calling my daughter kitty. I now dub it your new nickname, unborn child of mine.
I just bitched someone out in a McDonalds drive through line, if you’re wondering how classy pregnancy is keeping me.
I just want to give birth with my pants on. That’s my birth plan.
My husband is officially a sailor!
On the way to see my handsome husband. He graduates THIS FRIDAY! *nose bleed* *faints*