WHAT?!?!? Part Nine??? This is getting ridiculous. I'm attempting to wrap the whole thing up in three more parts. Here we go....with just the highlights:
It was easier than I thought to keep busy. The weeks were full of work and the weekends I managed to stay occupied with fun activities. Baby showers, graduations, climbing through the windows of my locked house, taking care of our crazy dog, and trips to see Josh.
Six weeks into training we found out we'd soon call Omaha home. It's funny looking back.
We had considered the worst places and the best places, but not really the in-between. I got the call from Josh late one afternoon while I was still at work. I hate surprises, especially ones I know are coming. He told me the news and I was speechless.
I'm serious...I couldn't think of one thing to say, so I cried silently. I really, really wanted to be strong and take the news well-for Josh's sake, but I just couldn't pull it together at this moment. Josh was trying to get me to say something. Finally, he gave up and asked if he should call someone to check on me. That broke the silence. I laughed. And then I kept saying Omaha and cows over and over again.
At almost 26 weeks I ran my last run in Washington, DC. I felt like a failure, but I knew those early contractions I had been experiencing for the last month weren't a good sign. I vowed to walk three miles a day instead.
The time was passing quickly-a little quicker than I had hoped, actually.
There was a day coming that I was dreading. July 2nd- the day I would say goodbye to my first favorite little girl, Kristen. In the past two years I had fallen in love with that girl. One day, maybe, I will write about those two years. I dreaded the day more than I should have. It wasn't so bad.
I stayed in Atlanta until the end of July and I was able to see Kristen and her family quite a bit until the day I left. Lexie's beautiful bedroom set was passed down from Kristen as well as a lot of other baby related items and even some " big girl" clothes. Anyway, I visited them one last time before I left, and that was the sad day.
The week after my job ended my mom and I took a trip to Omaha to look for a house.
I visited my mid-wife for my 7 month check up and a quick get-to-know you session. I picked a mid-wife because in case Josh wasn't able to be with me for the delivery, I wanted to have someone there from beginning to end of the birth.
Four days of searching we found our lovely four bedroom three bathroom split level mid western ugly base-boarded house. I was thrilled with the size, price, and the neighborhood.
Sometime during the trip I got a call from our Realtor with a surprise that one of the potential buyers wanted to rent our town house instead. Lots and lots of phone calls later it was determined that this was a great option. An unexpected answer to our desperate prayers.
Back in Atlanta, I worked harder than I have ever worked at a job. I probably felt that way because I was on the phone, at a computer, or meeting with people for a good eight-ten hours a day trying to coordinate everything. The movers, utilities, handyman, and our new property manager. Luckily I didn't have to move or pack a thing.
The day the movers came I sat my huge pregnant self in the comfy chair and watched them. Occasionally, I would leave to get something to eat or get my nails done.
Finally, two days later, our stuff was packed in a big tractor trailer and ready to go! I picked up my good friend, Cheyenne, and we began our trip half-way across the US.
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