Oh, right. A real update. About stuff.
I've not even hardly begun to move North. I think I'm going to have a garage sale on Wednesday and Saturday next week, and up for sale will probably be a bunch of things that I don't actually want to get rid of but just plain don't have room for at Drac's house.
Sure, some of my stuff is up there. But I'm still carting a duffel bag between home and there every time I go to see him. Spend three days there, come back for four, go spend three more.
It's a little hectic sometimes.
Last week his grandpa passed away- I never really had the chance to know him- not really. I think I met him a grand total of about six times, including about two days before he died. It really kinda threw me. His grandpa had remarried after his dad's mom passed away- so Grandma M is actually his step-grandma... but she's so sweet.
I hope she'll be okay.
It was a beautiful ceremony at Jeff Barracks. We'll both have to go out and visit our grandpas together there, sometime. I miss my grandpa.
The doctor's seeing me every two weeks now, and the Wednesday before last she said "Welcome to your third trimester!". I love my doctor- she's awesome. Really bright smile and always very polite and friendly. The baby's doing well- or as well as can be expected. I apparently have to go out and find iron supplements. (Eh, there are worse things.)
I'm not as nervous as I used to be. I just have to trust that everything's going to be okay. The baby's going to be healthy, I'm going to have health care through the end of the pregnancy, and everything's going to be okay.