"This is one doodle that can't be undid, homeskillet."

The lab results from my appointment on Wednesday morning confirmed what I already knew from two home tests: I am definitely pregnant. Wow. I have another appointment next Wednesday; I'm hoping for an ultrasound then as they think I might be as far as 11 weeks along by then. And to think I didn't notice anything until now. That means this pregnancy could already be 1/3 over. In as little as six months our first child could be here. It's hard to imagine. Sometimes it feels so surreal to talk about it in such concrete terms. It's really happening. I can't wait to have the ultrasound and talk with the actual doctor so I can get a more solid timeline and a due date.

I really miss Ryan, and I'm sad he won't be here for the first few ultrasounds and everything. We still have over a month before we can be together again. He's stuck in a barracks right now, and he definitely had duty yesterday. Which meant 24 straight hours of sitting in a tiny room watching a phone with only a 30 minute break for food. Poor Ryan. Hopefully he doesn't have to do that too many more times before we move into the apartment. He obviously won't have barracks duty anymore if he's not staying in the barracks. So we're both counting the days until mid April when I can move out there with him and have our life together back for a while. I like spending time with my family, but after living on my own, staying with my family for an extended period of time is kind of restricting. I'm always worried about what everyone else wants me to do or thinks of what I do. I like the freedom of doing what I want with my own space, time, and money without anyone to answer to for it. Other than Ryan of course. But we usually want the exact same things so it's all good. Much love.