OF COURSE I can help!

It has been such a long time since I've updated this thing! The past couple of months have been slightly busy with visiting and traveling and packing. I should actually be packing right now, but Derick (who promised to take apart all the bedroom furniture today) has been sleeping for about three hours or so, so I decided to do a little Pinning. Well, of course Pinterest is going crazy on this computer, so now is a good time to update the ol' blog.
It sure is nice to have Derick back, even though he brought with him this weird obsession with napping. He's never really been big on naps and he hates laying in bed during the day or late into the morning. I, on the other hand, have loved naps throughout our entire marriage. I always beg him to nap with me, but he just thinks it's pointless...Or, he did until he came back from EMV, and now our roles have completely reversed. I was laughing with him last night (and tooting my own horn a little) because I've heard and read that most pregnant women LOVE sleep and can even pass out mid-sentence--especially in their third trimester. But, for me, pregnancy has taken away my napping power. I am usually awake by 7:30 or so, although I lay around until 8:30 or 9, and I just can't fall asleep on command like I used to. This pregnancy has changed so much about me, it's unbelievable. 
While we're on the pregnancy topic, I've been feeling really good lately. Looking back, I actually can't complain. Yes, I had a really bad and ever-lasting case of morningalldayallnight sickness, coupled with that weird spitting issue that freaked me and everyone else out. But, even during those early months, I just knew that it would all be worth it. People kept reminding me that, which helped, but I haven't once forgotten just how much of a blessing this little baby is to both of us. He's really a miracle, when I think about it. Now that the "hard parts" are over, I have renewed energy, which people were also kind enough to use as encouragement, and I also feel somewhat prettier than I did before I was pregnant. Weird. I know. But the shirts that I once threw to the wayside because of my spare tire now hug my growing belly quite nicely. I haven't washed my hair in two days, which isn't unusual for me. But what is unusual is the fact that I straightened it for church this morning, and it looked presentable. Unheard of. My skin is clearer than it's been since I was ten years old. Not that it's completely free of blemish (don't think that will ever happen), but it is much better than usual. Hit me up in about a month or two, and we'll see how fresh and beautiful and radiant I'm feeling (and looking). I'm not putting all my ducks in a pond just yet. Is that how the saying goes?
The next two weeks are going to be pretty big weeks for us. Whenever my house is in disarray, my life tends to mimic it, so I'm hoping I can hold it together and not release the crazy. I've done really well so far at keeping crazy at bay, but a move, combined with dealing with our real estate office, combined with dealing with carpet cleaners and bug sprayers, combined with the general heat of July, combined with a giant belly might just push me over the edge. Say a prayer. Or two. I've said about a trillion. 
Well, Derick is up moving stuff all over the place now. I guess I should get up and help him, although he's not one of those overly-cautious husbands who won't let me lift anything. So I will actually be HELPING him. He expects me to, and I knew he'd be like that. I'm pretty sure it's because I've spoiled him into thinking I'm a tough chick, which i totes am, but I'm pregnant now (and he JUST NOW said, "think you can help me move this in there?" btw--it's a 6 ft tall bookshelf.) Of course I can help. I'm not a weenie. Pregnancy is not a setback in this hizzie. It's MOTIVATION.
As soon as I picked him up from the base after his trip, he pointed to a 50 lb. backpack and asked me to take it to the car. I was like, "Ok. Things have changed since you left." I did not carry the backpack; I got by carrying the weird yoga mat thing that Marines do not call "yoga mats," but really, it's a tactical yoga mat. Derick is definitely not one of those husbands who won't let his pregnant wife do anything. He has no pity. However, while he was in California, we would be on the phone and he would say, "Ok babe. You need to go to bed. You're pregnant. You need your sleep." Now I realized he was the one who "needed" the sleep. He was just trying to get off the phone so he could hit the rack. In a way, I'm glad he's not looking over my shoulder making sure I'm not lifting too much or straining myself. He knows I know my limits and doesn't feel the need to babysit me, but come on, a little babying would be nice. I'm going to start making deals. "Hey, you rub my back and I'll load that gigantic dresser into the UHAUL." Not really, Mom.