Welcome to Key West... why are you all wearing obscene t-shirts?

We made it. 18 months in Honolulu, 2 months back home, and now we've been in Key West for 2 weeks.

It's very small.

The road out is very long.

Will the architecture alone sustain us? The people are nice, but nobody has kids.

We'll be able to save money, since the only stores here (where we would shop) are Banana Republic and American Apparel. But we might come out looking like we're going on safari on some futuristic 70s disco planet.

The beach is grassy, but the Cuban food is good. There are strange birds everywhere.

Our house will be ready tomorrow, and we'll finally be home, at least for the next 2 years.

Today, though, Home still feels like Hawaii.

Re-Blogging: the catch-up

My last entry had me lamenting the state of Midwifery at the MTF. Here's my update: I said screw 'em and had my baby at home.

That was big time.

Vindicating, healing, empowering, big time.

That was in February.

So this:



became this:



Which in turn became this:




And is now this:




There you have it. Olive. See what happens when you have a baby on a whim?

Fired!

My midwife fired me. Apparently a vbac delivery is not included in the Department Of Defense "Uncomplicated Pregnancy" guidelines. I didn't realize that my body was subject to DOD guidelines, partially because the Coast Guard is part of the Department of Homeland Security. That's okay, though. I'm going in with an extensive birth plan, and a t-shirt that says "my doula has my back." Ironically, I was reassigned to a Nurse Practitioner who used to be a midwife. That's just dumb. What's even dumber is that when I go in to give birth, I can call the midwife to deliver the baby. I don't have to have an OB or an NP. It's just that the DOD won't let a midwife do my prenatal care. Prenatal care, by the way, consists of weighing me and asking me if I have any questions. Duh.

In other news, I watched every episode of Flight of the Conchords, and some twice. That is the best show ever.

Yay babies!

Since I've told almost everyone by now... I'm pregnant! We started trying when Nathan got back from his last patrol, and got pregnant right away! I'm around 8 weeks now. I've got Hyperemesis Gravidarum, which sucks, but I just got my medication changed, so hopefully I'll be nausea-free starting tomorrow. I just got into the midwife program at Tripler, which is very exciting news. They only take 15 patients per month, and can you imagine how many military wives get pregnant in any given month here on the island? I'll bet the number is in the hundreds.

So huzzah for intentional pregnancy. This will be our second and last, in order to remain a compact family unit able to pick up and vacation in France without too much trouble. Now... will it be an Oliver or an Ivy?

The mystery baby is due February 13th. Mark your calendars!!

I have a secret

Yep. A big, huge secret.

But I'm going to wait a little while to say what it is.

weeeeeee!

So I know these are camera phone pictures and they're blurry and of poor quality, but I would just like to announce that we are having homemade pizza every night, forever, from now on.

As Nathan was taking the pizzas out of the oven he said, "if we had a food porn blog, these would totally constitute an entry."

Here's to delicious pizza. Poppy's has her favorite topping, zucchini.

Coming home

Poppy and I will be arriving in San Jose at 8:55 PM.

Didn't you miss this?