06/22/2009
- Josh left early this morning for a week of SRP. He’s supposed to be home late Friday evening. I’m at home with no kids and no boyfriend. I may very well go insane.
- Running errands today. Have to go to the courthouse and then hit up the mall for yet another bigger bra. I’m a 34D right now. I think I need to up my band size and possibly go another cup size larger. All the women at work are commenting on my ever-expanding breasts. Hah. I just tell ’em to wait ’til I’m nursing… they get even bigger!
- Yes, the puppies are adorable. No, I will not want to keep any. LOL My front door is ever-revolving with fosters. They come, I love them ’til they are ready, and then they go… and new ones come. I’ve never been a "foster failure" and adopted any of my fosters. And I’ve had over 20 in just the last year. Not including all my years spent doing rescue prior to this. And to answer another popular question, we have two dogs of our own (Holly & Molly, a lab and a golden) and 4 cats of our own (Lachlan, Gidget, Spitzy & Cole) Currently I have two foster kittens (one just went up for adoption on Saturday) and the 3 foster puppies. All five should be ready for adoption around the same time, so I may be empty for a little while in mid-July.
- It is so fricken hot.
- I’m 22 weeks pregnant today… I should take a picture. Although, I don’t think there’s much change.
- I miss the boys like crazy. One more week and they’ll be home!
- I was able to get the 3rd and 4th off from work. And I’m scheduled off for the 5th and 6th. A nice four day weekend. Too bad it’ll be tainted with the fact that Josh leaves, for good, that weekend. Two weeks away…
- I was a bit upset about it last night. And after Josh asking me 1,342,478 times what’s wrong, I finally broke down and told him. All he could say was, "Well, you’ve known it’s been coming… not like I just sprung it on you…" No shit sherlock. Doesn’t mean it’s going to be a piece of cake. "This is my job. It’s what I do. I go work for a year and then I come home…", he said. Well, yea… Cue uncontrollable bawling at that point. I just went to bed and he stayed up packing for his week of training. Damn him for being so logical and not understanding my emotional outbursts.