I'm So Ready for This

One month from this Wednesday I'll be moving an eight hour drive away to North Carolina. At the beginning of this deployment I thought moving day would never come. It seemed so far away. But here I am, a mere two weeks from my due date and a month away from moving day. As far as Ryan's homecoming, it could be any time after I'm moved. We haven't been given anything more specific than a month-wide window of late October through early November. And even when we do I probably won't be very specific here for security reasons and all that jazz.

I can say it would be nice to have him home pretty much immediately after the move. But it's a game of wait and see at this point. The idea of only having a minimum of five weeks until he's home is nice. I try not to think about the maximum too much. I'm taking it all one step at a time beginning with making it to Anya's delivery at what will hopefully be a maximum of two weeks from Wednesday. And then I'll only have another two week chunk of time until moving day. And then hopefully it will be a matter of days or just a two or three week chunk before Ryan's home. So at least it's all broken up into more manageable blocks of time. Maybe that will make it feel a little less like time has come to a crawl.

Although right now I feel like I'm in the twilight zone because time is creeping by. And yet at the same time I cannot believe I'll be 38 weeks pregnant on Wednesday. Holy crap. Anya could literally be here any day. Though I'm thinking she'll wait until pretty close to D-Day just to make me sweat the timing with moving so soon afterward. If she's overdue I might die. Seriously. The stress of it all would be too much. But I've kind of got this nagging feeling about October 3rd...it's a few days before her due date of the 7th, but the full moon is on the 4th. And full moons actually do have an effect on pregnant women who are already close to their due date. I had the feeling about the 3rd before I knew that so I'm hoping that will be the day Anya makes her debut. That's a nice sounding birthday. And not too early so she'll be healthy and fully developed as far as her lungs and everything go. And it will give me almost an extra week of recovery time before having to ride in a car for eight hours.

At least my brother is driving me in my car. But we'll have both Anya and the dog to stop every five seconds for. So that should be interesting. Mom, Dad, Shelby, and my brother's girlfriend Katy will be meeting us up there later in the day when they drive the U-Haul pulling Ryan's car on a trailer and my parents' van over. They have to wait for Shelby and Katy to get out of school, but Tee and I are heading out in the morning to make it to the apartment complex during office hours for the official walk through to make sure everything is good to go and get the keys. And then we'll get to entertain ourselves for the eight hours it will take everyone else to get there before we have to start moving things in, putting furniture together, and unpacking boxes at the speed of light so we can turn the U-Haul in the next day. It's going to be crazy. I'm looking forward to it all being done so much. To be in my own apartment with my things again is going to be the best thing ever...until I see Ryan get off of that bus. Then that will totally trump moving.