Just an update: Jordan is officially ON HIS WAY HOME. He signed out of his base (FOR GOOD) in Germany tonight, just before heading to the airport. I'm starting to get the first-date-jitters, as I realize how soon he'll be here. It happens every time- all you military spouses know exactly what I'm talking about. The butterflies, the nerves, the toe tapping and clock watching, the choosing of outfits and RE-choosing of outfits (no matter how bad I want to wear my comfy maternity leggings for the third time this week, for the sake of looking hot, I won't), the last minute trips to the store to stock up on his beverage of choice... he's almost home.
At this point, if I'm being honest, I have about 2/3 of the packing done (I keep packing boxes until they're too heavy for my pregnant self to lift.. so frustrating) and my laundry hasn't begun to wash itself yet. Luckily, I have ONE more day to complete everything. All I need to get going is a good playlist filled with booty shakin' sing-along type music. *Queue Beyonce...*
