A Trip to Trier

I'm in a particularly foul mood. Instead of bringing everyone down with nothing but evil thoughts, I thought I'd share pictures from our trip to Trier last weekend.

Roman Ruins

Prince Elector Palace

A break from walking for coffee and pastries.

Glass ornaments at the Christmas Market.

Chocolate Overload Booth.

Cute Christmas Village Booth. I want this for my house!

Constantine's Basilica

Delicious... you know, before I found out I had GD and had to say
goodbye to food that actually tasted good.

We order Pizza Diavola at almost every Italian  restaurant we go to. We
always get something different. It always tastes delicious!

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So, we all made it to Germany in one piece. There were absolutely no issues getting the dogs into the country and we got bulkhead seats. Success!

I'm trying to be positive so I'm not going to go into detail on what I really think about this base. I think it can be pretty much summed up by: Yikes! I'm hoping that it gets better... or that the baby distracts me so completely that these next three years speed by. Who knows, maybe I'll end up actually loving it here? See, being positive.

So, went to lunch with PB and his coworkers. Got put on the spot by someone who asked me if I wanted to attend a monthly spouses' coffee that is apparently happening tonight. I saw PB smiling out of the corner of my eye as I squirmed through not directly answering the question and still pretending to be interested. I asked two friends and they said it would be best if I went. Can I just say that I absolutely HATE the politics of being a military wife? I don't know what it is about men that think that women just love to get together all the time. Well... I guess most of them do. I don't. I hate them assuming that I do. I can't stand the idea of sitting around with a bunch of women simply because our husbands work together. Seriously, it's like forced friendships. No one likes to be told who to hang out with.

I've grown up with men as best friends. I've known them since I was 14 and PB gets along fantastically with all three of them because they're like brothers. They require no WORK. I have very few female friends because very few women I meet don't need coddling. The few that I have, are amazing! I have a really awful sense of humor. Awful meaning I find most offensive things extremely funny. My mind is constantly in the gutter, I curse like a sailor, and I don't like to sugarcoat much. So what happens when I'm forced into these situations unexpectedly? I just don't talk much. I figure, the less I talk, the less offensive I can be. Right? But, I grew up in a military environment because of my dad and I married into it so I can fake social niceties with the best of them, I just hate hate hate doing it.

I know if I don't go to this thing, it won't be good. It's PB's first day meeting his coworkers and it's also his first day in his new unit as an officer. I don't want to make him look like an asshole. FML.

Seriously, if I go to this thing, I won't even be able to drink coffee. Undoubtedly there will be someone there who is a preggo police and will be horrified that I'm drinking coffee while preggo. Like caffeine is the equivalent to fucking plutonium. Seriously... I've never wanted to suffer diarrhea more than I do right now. At least I'd have a valid fucking excuse as to why I couldn't make it. I am going to use this baby to get out of so much spouse crap it's not even funny. Does that make me a bad mommy? lol

Auf Wiedersen

We're headed to the airport in a few minutes! I thought I'd be more excited to be heading to Germany but I'm just kind of tired and nervous about the dogs flying again.

But what AM I excited for? The prospect of Jack in the Box breakfast. Seriously, I just discovered Jack in the Box breakfast last week and I'm a little upset it took me so long to have it. Booooooo! Now I have to wait a whole year to eat it again!

I wonder how uncomfortable this flight is gonna be at 29 weeks pregnant. I'm crossing my fingers we're able to get exit row or bulkhead seats because PB is 6'5" and I don't want him invading my leg space for 9+ hours.

Okay, packing the last odds and ends up! Wish me luck!

Happy Father's Day!

We are officially back in the states and have been hanging out at my parents'. Today is the first day that I actually feel "normal." Morning sickness decided to hit with a vengeance on Wednesday. I'm telling you, it's always Wednesday! I was sick all day. The only meal I was able to keep down was the small breakfast I had in the morning. I threw up everything else and felt miserable all day long. Thursday was just a tiny bit better but not much. Friday a slight progression and yesterday, I got nauseous but didn't vomit. Today, fantisco! For now anyway. The only intense craving I had this week was for chocolate milk. When I finally got it, it was GLORIOUS. I have a gallon in the fridge right now.

I'm 8 weeks 1 day now. I love adding each day to my little ticker. The more time passes, the more I know this little Bean is going to stick around. Still not showing, the bloating is still there but honestly, it's not as bad as it was during weeks 4-7. My boobs started to get sore throughout the day and not just at night a few days ago. I think they've gotten bigger but it's not extremely noticeable. I keep wondering when I'm going to get monster jugs. I want those fun bags to show up! hahaha.

We got my dad a grill for Father's Day. It's a pretty nice grill and a perfect size for his backyard. Poppa Bean is going to help assemble the thing in a little bit so we can make steaks for dinner tonight. The dogs and Bean got Poppa Bean cards and two DVD's for Father's Day. Baby Mama and Knocked Up. lol

I'm travelling again on Tuesday to fly to visit Poppa Bean's family. We're having a small ceremony for his family since we never had a ceremony when we just did a paperwork marriage through the Embassy. It should definitely be interesting. I'm not really a big fan of weddings and all the frilly annoying things that come with them. lol. It's more for the parents though so I'll suck it up! Literally. I feel like I can't breathe in my dress. lol.

I hope all the wonderful dad's out there have a great Father's Day! I know Poppa Bean is enjoying his and we're both excited for what Father's Day is going to be like next year! :)