A Memorable Journey

Or: A "Sequel" to the Chronicle of The Move

I've been living in California for about half a year now, and I'm just now getting around to finishing up my little summary of our move. Oops?

To be honest, I really don't think there's much more to it. I wanted to spend more than one blog post talking about the last leg of our trip, which consisted of a nice stay in San Diego, a longer-than-expected stay in Los Angeles, and finally, our drive up the coast to lovely Monterey. Most of those details have been somewhat lost in memory, though.

What hasn't been lost in memory yet was a completely different journey, happening simultaneously. One that took place inside me, which was totally weird but kind of awesome at the same time.

An Announcement and a Story

My last entry, I said I'd be taking another 4-month hiatus, and people, I keep my promises. Actually, I'm 18 days short of four months, but who's counting?

I could have posted in January, with big promises about better upkeep of the blog. But you, dear reader, can thank me for failing to do that. Because I would have failed miserably. It turns out, I'm busier this year than I was last year.

In 2013, I left out a pretty big detail of my life. You see, I spent a large part of the year pregnant. And on November 2nd, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy!

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Baby Showers!

Personal Photo

I attended a baby shower this past Saturday for a friend that I've known since basic training and my first year of college. As chance would have it, we both separated from the Air Force within two months of each other, for many of the same reasons, and now live within two hours of each other.

I have to admit, a baby shower would never have been my first choice as a Saturday event*. But it turned out to be pretty great. She has an amazing support network of women in her husband's unit that put together an amazing shower. It was beautiful. But they're not only creative wives, they were all-around great people. I was very happy to share my Saturday afternoon with them.

About 1/3 of the women there were pregnant. It got me thinking.