Just because your husband leaves, doesn't mean you can't have fun!

On my last post, I mentioned that my husband was leaving me again...because the Army was calling him away on a two week field exercise where they are going to help control the wild fires in Alaska. Even though that is a pretty cool job to do, we had plans together this weekend. Ugh. But seriously, that's enough. I decided I wasn't going to mope around, and I WASN'T going to stay inside all weekend. Not with it being so gorgeous outside. Last night I spent downtown at the First Friday Art Walk with another lovely Army wife, and we had a super time. Today I went to the lake!

Earlier in the week, my friend Nicole invited us to go to Chena Lakes for a BBQ, an invitation I had to decline because of our Arctic Circle weekend getaway. Well, the moment I heard our plans were going to be canceled, I texted her back and "re-invited" myself. I hope she didn't mind.

After a relaxing morning of sleeping in and my yoga practice, I headed out to Chena Lakes at 11am. The sun was already warm and high in the sky, and I was looking forward to a lazy afternoon by the water. I had no agenda, which was so therapeutic. Spending time with Nicole and her family was fun too, especially since there was time to chit chat and exchange stories and laughs. There just isn't a lot of time for that during the week when we're so busy. I enjoyed going out on the water on their single-person pontoon and laughing at my lack of rowing skills. I think I should stick with kayaks. :) Sitting on the beach and soaking up Vitamin D was awesome. My goal was to get some color on my super white skin, which I did, even though it was more of a pink rather than a tan. The joys of being white. *Embrace it*

Look closely and you can see a pink hue to my skin.
That, my friends, is sun. And it feels good to have gotten some!

I had packed some running clothes in case I felt inclined to run after the barbecue. At around 4pm I changed and went on a run along the bike path around the lake, in efforts to get ready for the Midnight Sun Run in two weeks. After my 8-month intentional break from consistent running (other than occasional runs here and there and small interval sprints at the gym), I am feeling a teensie bit nervous for this 10km run. But it will be all good and I know I will survive. Today's run was good---but difficult, given the 80 degree sunshine. My tired legs were rewarded afterwards by a wade in the lake. Mmmmm---that was nice!

Seriously, it was a gorgeous and perfect Saturday. Sure would have been nice to have the husband around, but he would be proud of me for getting out and relaxing and enjoying my day off, rather than doing chores or something silly like that. Who would want to do that anyways? Chores are for rainy days :) and when it is -40 degrees F. Not when it is everlasting sunlight and 75 degrees. Go me for relaxing and enjoying a weekend for what it is meant to be. Even when plans change!

Hoping for a Rainbow

I'm really not sure if I ever thought this day would come. The day that I made it past 13 weeks pregnant without losing the baby. #miracle. I know I am not out of the woods yet, and honestly, when are we really? I am just trying to live every day with gratitude for the life inside of me, living with hope for the future. Part of me wanted to wait until next week, when I was past 14 weeks and officially in the 2nd trimester, but I couldn't wait any longer. I've been getting a little thick in the middle, which is getting more difficult to hide, and I feel like I haven't been able to be completely honest with friends when they would ask, "how are you doing?" All I wanted to talk about was how nauseous I was or how nervous I felt. So now, the news is out, whether or not you already suspected something was up. Seriously though, the 1st trimester is not for the faint of heart! There were many instances when I thought I would lose the baby, but dee

I'm Pregnant! .....

...or so I thought. And you did too. Happy April Fools Day! I had been having baby dreams and feeling nauseous on and off during spring break, and I knew I would test immediately when I returned home from our road trip. The test was barely visible and I didn't believe it, so I said nothing to Marshall. That night I had a dream where the next pregnancy test I took was a solid double line. Well, two days after the first test, I got my obvious positive. I was so excited. Not knowing if it would be a good pregnancy or not, I tested again two days later and the line was darker, so I felt confident. The past two pregnancies I miscarried at approximately 6 or 7 weeks both times, so I was pretty nervous about this one. What if it happened again? Would I be strong enough? Knowing that I needed extra strength and prayers, I asked roughly 40 of our family and closest friends to fast and pray with us on Easter Sunday. That Sunday I was on the top of the world. I felt so strong an

Grandpa is Always Right | Gender Reveal |

I was hanging out in our rental apartment in Salzburg, Austria with my sister when my dad walked out of his bedroom and announced that I was having a girl. I was only 11 weeks along at that point and while I was wishfully hoping for a girl, I was preparing myself for a boy. His strong conviction of the gender of our child without any hints from an ultrasound surprised me. My dad seems to always be right about things, so I secretly hoped he was right this time too. Today during my scan, my favorite sonographer announced that we were having a girl. Grandpa is always right. I never imagined our family starting with a baby boy. I don't know why, but a baby girl seems to fit just perfectly. Now I just have to keep calm and stay healthy for 19 more weeks.

Tender Mercies

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