Well, I wish I could write a post chock full of juicy on post gossip about FRGs, but unfortunately, I chickened out at the last minute and didn't go; Keith told me he didn't think any one else was bringing their wives and I didn't want a repeat of the pool fund raiser.
Hence, my blog suffers for good material. Though in case any one is curious, I wore khaki cuff shorts and a scoop necked, cap sleeved tee in a white and red stripe for a spaghetti dinner at home.
Keith had to go, of course, and he said that there actually were a lot of wives there after all and the meeting was very apropo, it being about our up coming move, which was moved up to June.
Also, it was about how there wasn't enough on post housing for everyone and as soon as some became available, we would be called and have twenty four hours to decide to take it or not. Finally, this housing would still be forty five minutes from where our men would be working. So the commute from off post housing one can only imagine.
Needless to say, this caused some commotion in the Indiana household. Should we live on post for the first time ever? How much money would we lose from the BAH? Would we get our security deposit from our landlord here, even though we wouldn't have been here for a full year?
All that dissipated this morning when the higher ups clarified that the move wasn't this June, but next June.
Good to know.
We have rented a pontoon for this Saturday and have invited the young Army wife and her husband to join us on the lake. It should be fun. The pressing question on my mind now is, should I wear the bikini of last year, or the still functioning one piece of many years? The perfect answer to this question may be a swim suit wrap.
One of the bloggers I follow just got pregnant. Just like that. She blogged about if they should try for a third and like, a month later, she is proudly presenting the double pink line of success. I'm happy for her, but of course it rocked my little boat, which had been experiencing some dearly won smooth sailing.
I'm looking forward to August with an unmistakable maternal feeling. In August, we get referred to the specialists and will be put on hormone therapy. If this doesn't produce the desired result, I think we will draw the line there. I'm not up for anything more invasive or intense. Mostly because I already long to adopt. If I could skip the process now of getting pregnant naturally and simply begin the adoption process, I would.
But everything in its own time, thoughtfully and deliberately done. That is my mantra.
