Baby Top Gun Update!

There is def. a baby in there now!

Yikes! That's a belly!

He was being difficult, so my 30 minute ultrasound turned into two hours! I had to walk around the hospital and get him to move over... Did he? Not exactly. The last photo the Radiologist needed to take was the profile picture, so they could rule out a cleft palate. Baby TG wasn't having it, and decided he was pretty comfortable lying right where he was. Eventually, after a lot A LOT! of poking my belly, he turned- just enough! He also didn't want to show his boy parts, but then all of a sudden... BOy Parts! 

He is growing so fast! I was so amazed to see him rolling around, kicking and yawning. What a little miracle I have inside me :) Oh, and the best part? Mr. Top Gun made it home for this!!

Somewhere in the clouds...

Somewhere, Out there...

Mr. Is flying around, doing what he does best! I miss his handsome face so much, but the good news? It's almost over! A few more days, hopefully and he'll be in my arms! I know this doesn't make for the most exciting Saturday post, but hey- I'm tired, hot, and pregnant, and I miss him. Besides, this picture pretty much rocks! He's in there somewhere ;)

Sucktastic September

These last few weeks have been incredibly, well, CRAPPY! With the last week in August having been devoted to typhoon preparations, and Mr. flying away twice within five days, I was truly looking forward to enjoying the long Labor Day weekend with him. Did that happen? Hells NO, it didn't! The damn weather delayed him returning with his plane, thus running into the long weekend. Let's just say that our Squadron had a bunch of grumpy, nasty, and upset flyboys returning. The only nice thing and honestly, I am still waiting for the sky to fall and pigs to fly on this one, about them leaving? The Colonel gave them an extra two days off since they were away 'protecting' the planes. Whatever. 


I knew that enjoying those few days with him were not going to last, and alas, they didn't. September is 'suck' month for us here, because Mr. always goes away for a long time to play war with his plane. Where? I freakin' don't know, and when does he come back? Whenever he walks through my door! Ugh. I don't adjust well to having him gone for the first week or so, and this time it uberly blows! I think the pregnancy hormones aren't helping, and the fact that I can feel baby Top Gun kicking just adds to the somber mood around Casa Top Gun. I seriously wouldn't want to hang out with me right now, that is how blah I feel. Here's some other things that happened in September:


1. Our a-hole neighbors MOVED OUT!! Why? Don't know. Don't care!
2. All of Baby Top Gun's tests (my blood work, etc) came out negative. Yay :)
3. I felt his movements for the first time. OMG. Amazing! It hurts a little bit, and he has decided to take up residence on my bladder. YAY. This led me to frantic 2AM phone calls to my momma and Nana, asking whether or not I needed to go to the ER for a UTI. Nope, I did go to the ER and was told "You're pregnant. This is normal." I felt like an ass. 
4. I discovered a wonderful new friendship or two on island! Love those ladies!
5. Keely has decided to mope when Mr. is gone. This means, that for the month of September, she does the following: Sleeps on his side of the bed (on her dog bed.) Refuses to go to the bathroom for me when I walk her, thus leading to an hour long walk, often in the pouring rain. Turns her nose up at her breakfast and dinner. She often doesn't eat until midnight. Paces the house, looking for him and waits by the stairs to hear his flight boots. 
6. I mini typhooned the outside of the house... again. Pulled the patio furniture in, pulled the plants in. Base Commander freaked out per usual, and placed us in TCCOR-3. 60mph winds could happen within 48 hrs. Did they? NOPE. It got windy, and I was glad I pulled the furniture in, because with our house being so high up and four stories, the plants fall and the chairs fly. 
7. I cursed the Air Force for making Mr. miss our Anniversary, again.
8. I got over it- quickly, and was asked to make dinner for a friend who is undergoing a  medical procedure. Something to keep my mind off the day :)
9. I discovered that I became a HUGE fan of eating. Eating all the time. Baby Top Gun is always hungry :)
10. I still HATE September, but I am embracing the suck. Meh. 


Hopefully Mr. comes home soon! 

Round two of 'Typhoon Tyranny,' the part where I gripe...

This is the post where I complain and gripe about the ludicrousness of Mr. Top Gun's Squadron. FYI: If you don't want to listen to me, stop reading now. 


The last typhoon that rolled through here was on Tuesday. It was a semi dud. Mr. had to evacuate his plane and leave, and I stayed with a friend. He was able to make it back later the next day, and I was happy! I was looking forward to a four day weekend before he leaves again for a LONG time (boo!) until Thursday morning, that is... It seems that another damn Typhoon decided to form, and I knew he was going to leave again. What makes me so pissed about the current situation is this: It never made it into a typhoon! It's not even a tropical storm, We have some rain, we have 30mph winds. He was supposed to come home today, like a few hours from now, today. NOPE not happening.


His idiotic Commander decided that it's too risky to fly back in rain??? Needless to say, the guys are all super pissed. They are going to miss the entire holiday weekend because some idiot higher up can't make correct command decisions. I am one unhappy wife right now, and Mr. and his entire crew are grouchy. Someone is missing a child's birthday. Another has a paper to write. An Anniversary is being missed. And all because we have some rain...


Ok, I'm done. I am going to spend his money and go shopping with a friend. Oh, and Japan and Mr's squadron... YOU CAN BOTH BITE ME.

Meeting Typhoon Kompasu

Holy Crap. I am staring down the barrel of a rather vicious and nasty Typhoon, and per usual, Mr. Top Gun isn't around. 

This little surprise was well, just that! A damn surprise! Nobody saw this coming, and we figured it would pass well away from us. Not so, not so. I was woken up Sunday morning by Mr. informing me that he would be leaving with his plane sometime soon. Again, not a surprise about him leaving, but I am pissed that I have to ride another damn typhoon out ALONE. This one is a nasty one, apparently. We are expected to have the outer bands of rain and winds moving in around this evening, with the worst of the storm passing over us to the east of the island (Thank GOD I am on the other side!) I am not looking forward to 60-80 mph winds, but it looks like it will be in the late morning from around 8am to 2pm.


I am hunkered down in our house, protected by concrete and steel. The house still shakes and it creaks, but these homes here were built to typhoon standards. In fact, off base housing cannot be approved by the Japanese government unless it meets those high standards. I have extra towels stuffed in the windows, and in between the sliding glass door. Last is to place towels around the door downstairs (which is a beast of a storm door!!) I doubt anything is gonna get in, but just to be safe :) Hopefully I can walk Keely this evening before the rain and bad winds start, because if not?? She is using the tile floor! 


I am going to try to get some video from inside the house of the winds- but I'm not promising anything. I think I will just live in the laundry room for the half of the day tomorrow... Ugh. Pray for me!

Rotten Neighbors

I wish we found this before we moved in...

Fences make great neighbors. NO Crap!! Seriously, I just about had a mild heart attack the other evening over a pleasant altercation with my less than friendly (and morbidly overweight and plain nasty neighbor.) As you may recall via my prior post, there have been some issues with a few of our neighbors around here. Specifically, the fact that they seem to take joy in poisoning the stray cats that people feed. While I understand that some people don't like the cats being around, there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it. They are STRAYS. Strays roam around, they eat whatever and whenever they can, and they sleep and use the bathroom where they want to. It's not like we live around urine and feces, FYI... we DO NOT. 


It's very disconcerting to me to know that these people have decided to blame us for the stray cats. So, here is a short version of what went down last week: I had walked outside to retrieve something from the car, and sweep some of the trash that the wind had blown up onto the driveway area. I noticed my little girl cat meowing and put down some food for her under the car. (Sidenote:) Our Japanese landlord has a small office downstairs from our house, in what would have been a garage. He comes a few times a week and does his business, waters his plants and also FEEDS and places WATER out for the cats. So, I try to keep the downstairs outside area of his office clean. It's just being a good tenant! I am bent over picking up a trash bag, when I hear a woman calling out to me. "Ma'am. Ma'am! Have you heard from so and so?" She was referring to our housing agent, which NO, I had not heard from. I politely looked up, smiled and said: "Oh my, I have not. Thank you! Have a good night."


I proceeded to walk towards our door, and then I heard this: "You selfish ass bitch!" Ok, seriously not cool lady. I am pregnant and I don't need this stress and I surely do not need a woman who is about 100 lbs overweight yelling at me for no reason. I went upstairs and told Mr. Top Gun, who came outside and dealt with the neighbors. Bottom line from his conversation with them? They are all complete aholes who have nothing better to do than make other peoples lives miserable. So, I have moved feeding the cats to the back of the house and we take food out to them in the fields at night. The assholes are still stealing the landlords food bowls, and he keeps putting them out. LOve it!!

Announcing...

It's... 

A

BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!