His journey begins today!!!!

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It's 3 days until he gets here and I am so so so sooooooooo excited.  It's an intense gitty feeling like before the first day of school.  Maybe not everyone thinks this way, but I did.  I remember having all my new school clothes and supplies all layed out in my room.  Deciding which outfit to wear and what order the folders were to go in my off-brand Trapper-style Keeper.  Just like now, I had all these plans and ideas of how things were going to go.  Visions of how I wanted things to happen.  At least with age I'm able to accept that my dream scenario and what will actually happen aren't necessarily going to meet.

Time is moving sooo sssllloowwwlllyy.  I woke-up this morning and I could swear it was Wednesday at least.  But alas, it is not and will not be, for a whole 'nother day.  It's good.  Things aren't quite ready for him to be here.  I want everything to be perfect.  I've been nesting like crazy in my apartment.  Scrubbing and rescrubbing every little thing, I bought a new vacuum cleaner and have been vacuuming the 50 sq ft of visible carpet in my apartment everyday, making lists of things that still need to be done and things that he might need.  You'd think the pope was coming to stay with me.

The new vacuum cleaner.

On top of that there's all the stuff I'm doing to myself.  Mani-pedi of course.  Because the first thing that a man coming from a war zone will notice is weather or not my nails are painted.  Waxings of various kinds, facials, lotions, exfoliations, etc etc etc.  There's the dieting--by dieting I really mean the attempt to avoid food all together (Mind you, I'm totally eating.  I just avoid it when I can.)  Half to try to look dehydrated and gaunt (men dig that right?) and half because I'm just too nervous to eat and the closer he gets the more nervous I get.  I'm also kicking it up in the working out department.  In general, I'm a work out 4 days a week kind of gal but lately it's been ratcheted-up.  I just want to be able to keep up with him.  He's had six months of nothing but working, reading, movies, and working out.  He's gotten himself ripped where as before he was quilted, like me.  On top of all the prep there is the general wigging out that I've been doing.  Which I think is okay.  I was having drinks with some friends last night and one said that if I wasn't freaking out she'd think something was really wrong with me.

Still don't know exactly when he'll be here but I will know soon.