My husband is coming home today. It's only been 18 days since he left, but it feels like so much longer. We've done deployments and long separations before, but I don't think I have ever been so excited to see him as I am today.
To finally have him here to share the joy and the worry and the host of other emotions is going to be such a relief to me.
Last night, I made Julia Child's coq au vin (chicken in red wine) with braised onions and sauteed mushrooms to have tonight in celebration and this morning I baked a cake. We'll be celebrating Greg's birthday, albeit belatedly, and our good news. We have so much to catch up on, even though Greg hasn't been gone that long.
And, no more giving myself those dreaded PIO shots. My backside looks like someone beat me with a meat tenderizer! In fact, for the last week or so, I've been counting down to his return not in days but in number of shots left to give myself. Last night seemed a small victory when I pushed that last shot in.
My mother said it should only take a couple of days after Greg gets home for the smell to reach the East Coast. "What smell?" I asked. "The stench of one very spoiled rotten pregnant wife!" ha ha ha. My mama knows my husband pretty well, I think.