the Waiting Game

Well, life keeps rolling on. My days are filled with keeping house, playing with, caring for, and training Reuben, a few ongoing projects for Church, and keeping up with Dr. visits and insurance type stuff. The highlight of my day is generally the phone call that I get from Jeremy every evening. It's a pleasant enough existence really, my schedule remains pretty open and my stress level usually stays pretty low as far as responsibilities are concerned. We've adjusted pretty well to life without Jeremy, and yet every moment of life would be so much nicer if he weren't so miserably absent. There's so much I love about my life right now, but I am officially tired of being huge pregnant now, and very tired of Jeremy being gone.

Playing at the Park

Wadding in the Pond with Aunt Hannah

It's only two weeks until I get to go pick Jeremy up for a four day weekend at home. Three weeks from the approximate time Jeremy will go overseas. Four weeks from my due date. The mixture of emotions produced by this upcoming sequence of events is really quite bewildering. I'm desperately looking forward to having Jeremy home again, if only for a few days... And yet, that marks the beginning of the end, the last little bit of together time before a very long time apart. The past 10 weeks have been long and hard, but there's still the reassurance that he's only about four hours away and quite safe. The sooner he gets to Iraq, the sooner he gets home, but the sooner he gets to Iraq, the sooner he'll be surrounded by hundreds of crazy people who would like nothing more than to take out another American Infidel.

To further complicate the situation, there's a temptation to hope that Anna Beth will be born before Jeremy ships out so he would have the chance to meet her. Yet I know it's folly to allow any such expectations. Best to just hold the whole situation with a very open hand and happily look forward to seeing God work out His own perfect plan for us.

Watching Uncle Seth's baseball game