So, 'tis the season for good 'ol AT (annual training). I dropped Dan off at the armoury early Saturday morning and he will be across the state until NEXT Wednesday. Even though this is the longest time he has been gone since the deployment, Im not going to complain because it could have been a whole 2 weeks (like it should be) so I will take a week and a half.
Its been quite a while since I have talked about the pregnancy so I think it is fair to let you all know that everything is going well. The picture from the last ultrasound was a bit blurry so I didnt post it but my doctor was able to determine that the blood is relatively gone and no longer something to be concerned about. So I havent had an ultrasound since. I am a good 12 weeks along and really excited to be getting out of the dreaded 1st trimester.... all I am is tired and hungry... and all I want to eat is fast food lol. By the time we have the next ultrasound, it will be August 22nd and I will be 15 weeks. I am optimistic about the tech being able to determine a sex... especially if my instincts are right and I am having a boy. And of course I will post the ultrasound picture with all the details as soon as I am able to. But if the baby is a boy... dont expect us to announce a name right away because at this point we are at a road block and cannot find a name to agree on. If the baby is a girl, the name should be announced relativity quickly ;)
So yesterday, Tahlia managed one of THOSE stories that I will never forget... and I will always remind her of. Her and I were at a friend's house and we decided to hang outside for a little bit. After a while of playing, Tahlia wandered about 10ft away from me and picked up... something. She declared proudly, "ROCK!" I knew whatever she had in her hand was NOT a rock (I thought it was dried mud stuck together). When I got closer to see what is was... I couldnt believe what I saw. Horror quickly rushed over me when my thoughts processed and I realized what was in her hand.... A DEAD BIRD!!!!!!!!! A full-sized, dried up sparrow in my precious daughters hand! Now let me just pause for a second and remind all of you (especially if you dont know me totally well) I am terrified of birds- it is my phobia! So in short, I freaked. I grabbed her wrist, extended her little arm as far away from her body as it could go. As I hide my head behind her back, and closed my eyes as much as I could, I violently shook her hand in an attempt to make her release it... all the while yelling sentences along the lines of, "Oh my God! Oh my God! She has a dead bird!! Oh my God, there is a dead bird in her hand!!! Let GO!!! Oh my God! She wont let go! Oh my God! Oh my God!! Oh my God!!!!" It seemed like forever but I know it wasnt, my friend's dad came out of their house (cause Im sure he thought there was something terribly wrong), took Tahlia as I reluctantly let her go and tried to take the bird out of her hand. He said something like, "she has a good grip on this thing". And I think I said, "please just get it out of her hand!" Finally, he got it out of her hand. She was in shock by the whole incident and started to cry because I know I freaked her out with how freaked out I was. As I rushed her inside to wash and sanitize her hands, I hugged her, apologized and assured her she was okay. For the rest of that day I couldnt help but laugh at the situation as I played it back in my mind... even through today. I thanked my friend's dad for doing that because I know there was no way I was going to physically take that bird out of her hand... I felt so defenseless on what to do, I was so lost and I assure you, grabbing that bird out of her hand never even crossed my mind. Now I just wish my friend took a video of the whole situation... because that would have been an AFHV! I have never felt so out of control and freaked out in my life... completely an out-of-body experience. Hopefully she learned a valuable lesson, "Never pick up a dead bird... or a dead-anything... but especially a dead bird again!" lol
Love,
Jessa
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