A Bag-O-Lemons

For the most part I put some real stock in the thought that when life gives you lemons you should try to make lemonade. I have had some crummy moments turn out alright due to this principal (and a fair amount of sugar usually...)


What do you do when it seems like life has filled up a burlap sack full of unripe lemons and then proceeds to beat the crud out of you with it?

That is the big question in our household right now. How can you make lemonade out of a situations that has very few, if any, sweet parts?

A few weeks ago we found out that those stupid Marine Corps Ninjas where up to there usual tricks again, crafty buggers. This time they have decided that Chris should go on deployment for seven months, starting a few weeks after Lil' G is scheduled to make his big debut.

Holy Cow.

We have both been through a lot of emotions the past few weeks as we process and plan what this means for our little family. There are no easy answers for re-imagining the first eight months of G's life without Chris around.

Thank God we are blessed with supportive family who have fully accepted my choice to move back to the great state of Colorado while Chris is away. My parents have been so thrilled to become Grandma and Grandpa but they never imagined that the promotion would include their grown daughter moving home with a newborn and two dogs... they are saints.

Heck, I never imagined living in their basement with my first child in tow, but I guess life doesn't really ask our opinion in these matters. I do know it will be better to be there and crowded than stay here and be all alone with no support system.

For now we don't have a lot of details. Chris should be around for G's birth, which is huge blessing. We are trying to figure out which parts of our life need to go with me to Colorado and the rest will be boxed up and put in storage. It is a difficult undertaking at seven months pregnant to even think about boxing up our whole house...but as with everything else I am sure it will get done.

So, now I am going to go sit in the world's coolest nursery and allow myself to feel sad that Lil' G will not actually get live in the room that Chris and I put so much work and love into.

Here is a song I just discovered that has been helping...


Ribs and Ribs and then some more Ribs

Sometimes I like to have a plan.
Actually, 95% of the time I like to have a plan.
It is something that Chris knows about me but sometimes he forgets. Sometimes when there is no plan I freak out a little bit (or a lot a bit...) but lately I have been making an effort to relax a bit. A few dozen people may have mentioned that babies and set plans do not mix well so I am trying to adapt. So far I am enjoying the moments with no plan. I don't mind not knowing what time we will be leaving the house quite as much and I have handled a few last minute changes with grace.
So, this Friday I knew we had a plan to go to a squadron White Elephant party at 7:30. But I didn't freak out when we left the house a little late (my fault anyway because I didn't get dressed until 7:20) and I didn't mind that we were picking up a friend. And I was thankful that we had to go to Walmart on the way to get beer for the husband because we had NO dog food left at home and I can't lift the bags. I was relaxed when we added another pick-up to the list on the way to the party. Do you know what? I was so much calmer when we got to the party because I wasn't worried about all these little changes. I wasn't mad at Chris for changing the plan and he wasn't mad at me for being so nutso and we both had a splendid time at the party. There may be something to this flexibility thing.
Saturday morning Chris made pancakes, they were some of his best I must say. We lazed around the house until close to 10 am when Chris mentioned he had heard about a Rib Cook-off going on that day. Whhhhaaaaat? Ribs you say? Lots of ribs? An event where I am allowed to chew meat off the bone in public and then lick my fingers? Pack the car! Turn on the GPS!
We headed off to Holtville, California with our friend Rick in tow. It is a teeny tiny town (even smaller than Yuma I would venture) about an hour west of us. I have since learned they are the carrot capital of the world, but Saturday all I smelled was delicious BBQ sauces.
There were probably 25 stands with their own "best" ribs. The set-up was simple, you bought a book of tickets and then paid with tickets for ribs at each stand.
In typical Jen fashion the first rib was my favorite of the whole day and I wish I had eaten more ribs from that stand.
Chris said it was too salty which is most likely why I loved it. We waited in a lot of long lines, there were thousands of people there, and my dogs were definitely barking by days end.
I had one slight meltdown when I dropped a rib on the ground. Yes, I cried. Yes, over a rib. But keep in mind I waited in line for about 30 minutes for that rib and that I am pregnant. Baby needed some rib!
Luckily, Chris doesn't clean the rib bones very well so I finished off his rib and was happy once again.
I had saved two tickets for old fashioned ice cream and we waited in our longest line of the day to enjoy its cold sweet icy goodness!. So wonderful.
Aren't you jealous of our deliciously fun Saturday?

Sunday was not as much fun for me :( I woke up at 4 am and started worrying (I am prone to worry all the time). For some reason I was freaked out because Lil' G wasn't moving right that moment...he does sleep too. So I woke Chris up to worry with me, he tried to assuage my fears but soon he was back to dreamland. I tried to sleep but around 6 am I was starving so I got out of my cozy bed and ate a leftover calzone from the previous evening and watched Pawn Stars on the couch. I fell back asleep around 8 and slept on the couch until 10ish while Chris puttered around fixing his X-box.
Chris was kind enough to make me pancakes again (which is what I REALLY wanted at 6 am) and we made plans to run errands for the day. Flash forward 30 minutes to me standing in my closet crying hysterically because none of my clothes fit (did I mention I am hormonal?) my poor sweet husband said all the right things and even offered to take me shopping right then.
We made it through errands and I made it home only to develop the worst headache I have EVER had (and I am a lifetime migraine sufferer). I thought that surely my head would explode like an over inflated balloon and yet again I was in tears (notice a Sunday theme?) Chris and I were in the process of deciding whether or not a hospital visit was in order when the headache miraculously vanished. Thank goodness because I needed a good night of sleep!
After all that worry and headache pain Mr. G has been kicking the heck outta me for two days straight....
Well, I have now rambled quite a bit and so I shall leave you for now. I hope you are all enjoying your week!