So anyway, I had to stop my last entree rather abruptly and I apologize for that. The only thing I can really remember that I wanted to tell you was that Joe and I went bowling again and he won 2 games out of three. Which I think makes our running total 25 games to 14... in which, I might add, I am the leader. Oh, yeah. One more thing. I have a confession....I lied. I told you all a while ago that I had retired the boots, well after last Sunday, I no longer had a choice whether or not to wear them, because after my FALL in the parking lot at church, my husband has taken away my right to choose...(whether or not I can wear my boots, that it.) Yes, that's right, I ate cement. My pregnant body hit the deck like a rock; hard and fast. I was walking out to our car after church and.....remember I blabbered on and on about the beaUtiful snow and how wonderful it was...well, it turned to ice and ice is a little more difficult to see than snow and I stepped down off the curb and sllliiip, I stopped myself, but quickly lost all balance again and landed on my knees, my ankles behind me and my dress muddy and wet. Oh how I wish I could see it from the other side. I was so sure of how ridiculous I looked, that rather than crying, I just started to laugh. No one saw me, but if they had, boy......what a funny sight that would have been. Joe cut me off though, NO MORE BOOTS!! "I don't care how ridiculous you think you look in dress pants and tennis shoes, you are not wearing those boots." Ha, we'll see what happens when he leaves! :)

Well, our first class of Lamaze was last night and it wasn't anything like I had expected. They no longer do the hyperactive breathing techniques, but the concentrate more on relaxation and visualization. I learned a lot and I really enjoyed the class, but I think Joe was a little bored. Who can blame him though, yesterday's class was filled with information and terminology that would make most anyone squirm. (I can say without question, my dad would have been in the fetal position, plugging his ears while being racked with gagging reflexes.) Right family?!?! :) There was this girl in my class though, and through the entire class, she was crying. I noticed that her coach was more likely to be her dad than her husband. I figured it had to be something like her husband was deployed or something, so after worrying for the entire two hours, I went up to her after the class and asked if she was ok. I was right, her husband was deployed to Korea last week and she was there with her dad, but the thing is, her husband was gone for an entire YEAR!! (He can come back for a visit for a couple weeks in six months, but STILL.) Ugh, I don't know what I would do. Well, when she told me that, I explained my situation to her and told her I understood why she was upset then I gave her a hug and we left. But, little did she know how guilty I felt for being so ungrateful. Here I was whining and complaining about 6 months and her husband is gone for a year. I thank heaven that my husband will be back before our baby will crawl and he won't have to go to Korea because he will have already gon overseas. I realized that I am not the only one suffering here and that I can handle HALF a year. Yeah, my husband is actually going to war, but Korea isn't such a safe place either.

Today we had a Farewell Ceremony for all the guys who are deploying and every news station in the hemisphere was there. I got interviewed by the local newspaper here. I expected it to happen. I mean these guys are here to pull at people's heart strings and what is more pathetic than a fully pregnant wife saying goodbye to her husband at such a trying time in her life. They are good at finding the things that will get a emotional response. It bothers me though because it only gives the anit-war protestors more fuel for their fire.

The guy asked me how my husband and I were dealing with the news of leaving and I put on a strong face and said how proud I was of him. He asked about Joe's feelings and that was easy. This is why Joe does what he does; to protect his family and country from those who are trying to take our freedoms away from us. I know there are people out there who say that we are not having anything taken from us, but I strongly disagree. Just the fact that I have to worry about the world that I am bringing a new baby into and how safe he will be here takes away my freedom; the freedom to live in peace and not at the hands of "faceless cowards". I love my husband and even the choice he's made to serve his country at this time and I will stand behind him every step of the way. He'll always be my hero, because after this war, he'll have been a reason for the comfort and security my son and I enjoy.

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