Warrant officers, Commanders, and a couple days of drill

Today I had drill with the National Guard.  I also helped the cadre out yesterday so I didn't have to drill tomorrow.  (Sunday as my day of rest is invaluable to me.  If I don't get to go to church and fellowship with other believers, the next week is very draining, physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.)

Anyways, my original plan was to join the Guard and after college go to flight school with the Army and become a warrant officer.  But, I was also planning that on not having kids....and here I am, going to be a single mom.  And I really don't know if I want to do that.  I was talking with my battle buddy, Sandage, about all that, and she agreed with me.  But then our other battle buddy, Abbot came up and was talking about how cool warrant officers were, and I offhandedly mentioned that I had joined to become a warrant officer and didn't know if that was going to happen now, and he said, "Oh, you WILL become one."

I don't know.  On one hand, I want to fly for the Army, very badly.  On the other hand, as a mother, let alone a single one, I do not want to leave my child, nor do I feel it is wise to put myself directly in harm's way.  And, let's be honest, as a helicopter pilot in a MedEvac unit, I will very likely be in a combat zone if deployed.  I really don't think I can or should put myself in that position when I have a child to think about.

But, here's a funny story from yesterday.  I was helping the corporal make phone calls to remind everyone about drill today.  One private's phone number had changed, and the only other way to get a hold of him was to call his emergency contact, his father.  I left a voicemail, and a few minutes later, I got a return phone call.  "Private Thomas, this is Commander ---.  If you're trying to get in touch with my son, his new number is...."  Goodness, I think I snapped to attention when I heard that one!  And my eyes got reaaaaallllyyyy big.  Corporal went "Holy ****! holyyyyy ****" when I told him what happened.  I think he was more freaked out than I was!

Lastly, the biggest problem of having shorter hair, is how much of a pain it is to get it into a bun for proper wear in uniform.  I think I used half of a tube of hair gel just to get it to stay. 

And on that note, I think I shall end this and go to bed early as I have been up since 0600 hrs...

Pregnancy: week 16

Well, as of the beginning of this week, I passed the 4th month of pregnancy.  I'm still dealing with a bit of nausea every now and then, but I'm finally able to hold down more liquids without the queasiness coming on.

I wore maternity pants for the first time this week.  In spite of that horrid spandex maternity panel they all have, they don't look too bad.  And they are comfortable.  I can still wear several of my non-maternity shirts, although I do wear plenty of my new (used) maternity shirts too.

The dryness of mouth still plagues me, and I absolutely hate brushing my teeth.

Oh, and that glowing skin and hair you're supposed to have during pregnancy?  Nope.  I've got chapped lips, acne, and my hair is just.....blah.  I hate it for some reason.  I don't feel great.  Instead, I feel fat, lazy, and ugly.

Because of all that, I think I'm going to go shopping for new makeup.  I rarely wear makeup, but I do want to try just a little bit.  Oh, and I'm seriously wanting to dye my hair with henna.  I just want a slightly darker brown color with very slight auburn tint.  As it is right now, I'm starting to get blond streaks in my hair.  BLOND.  I'm horrified.

And, I've decided that my mom's canned green beans are definitely a comfort food for me.  Mmmm.... Yep, green beans.  But come on!  They're home grown, and I helped snap and can them last month.  That's a pretty good reason if you ask me!

Homeschooled, and proud of it!

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