Home again, home again

  The past 2 months have been a very interesting time for me...Yes, I should still be at Fort Leonard Wood, MO wrapping up my basic training, and no, I am no longer there, but instead I am back in Sweet Home Alabama. Why you ask? I will tell you: I got through my 2nd day of processing, and was told that I was PREGNANT, yes PREGNANT! The nurse pulled me into her office and told me that my HcG levels in my blood were "elevated" and that I was most likely pregnant. I told her that my being pregnant was impossible and was she sure that the vials of blood did not get mixed up, or they read the numbers backward, or something along those lines? Because I took a pregnancy test at the MEPS processing center the day that I left to fly to MO (all females are required to) and nothing showed up there, obviously as they still put me on the plane and sent me to MO. 
  She said that I was likely so early along that it wouldn't have showed up on a urine test, but only on a blood test. After much arguing she told me to come back the following Monday (4 days later) and have my blood drawn again. So I did, and guess what? My levels had TRIPLED, yes TRIPLED. There is really no arguing with that, so I called Aaron to deliver the news, and I moved into acceptance phase, and the process of sending me home was started. Apparently when the Army was more hard up for recruits, they would send you home to have your baby, give you 6 months to get back in shape, and then presto, you picked up training where you left off, whether you liked it or not. Due to the immense over-crowding going on in the service right now, they are discharging everyone for any little thing. Luckily for me, in the case of pregnancy, you receive a neutral medical discharge, and are eligible to return 6 months after having your baby if you so choose. I have never been a mother before, but I am already finding it difficult to picture myself leaving my 6 month-old baby to go crawl through mud and fire M-4s, however if you had asked me 6 months ago if I could picture myself having a baby right now I would most likely have laughed at you, so I guess I will have to let God direct my steps, as obviously his plan is bigger than mine! (and Better too!)
 Well you gotta love the military, it took them almost 7 weeks from the time they started my paperwork to send me home; lucky for me I did get paid that entire time, and learned a LOT about how things go in the military (some good, some bad.) So when you hear the saying "the quickest way out of the military is to complete your training" that is no joke! I did finally make it home, and am so glad to be back (my husband is pretty happy to have me home too, kinda tough having a pregnant wife 12 hours away from home.) 
 I have given myself a few days to hibernate, spent some time with my mom and my sister, and next week I will start the process of looking for a job and a new place to live. Aaron has gotten an amazing job offer in Fort Walton Beach, so we will be relocating to FL in October. I will write more on that later, as I think this post has been quite long enough!