Save the Drama for Ya Mama

Annnd, I just had to check the house for boogey men because out of no where both dogs ran into the living room and started barking.  Nothing there, and the alarm is set.  With storms rolling through, I think they just hear the wind.  Still, it'd be nice to have a husband home at times like these.  I rotate from being overly cautious - approach where dogs are barking with loaded gun in hand, or if it's the middle of the night - lay in bed until the barking stops...because if it stops, it was nothing, right?  Meh.

This week has been a little more dramatic than my normal stay-at-home-Katie week.  According to the realty agency that manages our (rental) house, some neighbor friend that still lives here called the homeowners in Arizona and ratted me out on my having two dogs.  BUT, they also told them that I have a damn rottweiler, and that he got into a fight with the neighbor's dog.  What's that?  Pick on the preg lady with the deployed husband?!  Alrighty!  It has all ended well - though the lease states I can only have one dog, the homeowners are cool with two as long as I made it legit - paperwork and another $250 pet fee.  I completed it all.  I would have done it from the start, but I waited until after we got Lu to review the pet policy on only having one pet.  Didn't know there was wiggle room.

Also, I had to provide paperwork on Dex showing he's not a rottweiler.  I also gave pictures that clearly show he is not.  And I had to explain that when he got into a fight with the neighbor's dog (who is always a little iffy), we'd been invited over for a play date.  (It's not like he busted out and went on the attack.  My dogs NEVER get loose.)  Of course the last time our males were around each other, theirs kicked Dex's ass.  I guess the bad blood resurfaced, as it happened again recently at the aforementioned play date.  But alas, their dog had no scratches, and mine did.  Again.  Still, those neighbors are my friends and not the ones that said anything to the homeowners.  Hell, she brings my dogs treats all the time.  She loves them!  So I can't figure out which neighbor is the rat.  Thinking back...amidst the dog fight, one neighborhood girl (like 13 years old) ran over after hearing the commotion, so I don't know if she told her mom who told somebody else, etc.  Old school Southern gossip mill at its finest.  The thing is, though - I win.  Both dogs stay!!  But I'mma find the neighbor.  Oh yes I will.

The other big thing this week is that I've been consistent in my workouts.  I found a series of prego workouts on youtube that a seemingly legit chiropractor put together when she was pregnant.  I discussed them with a trainer friend of mine, and she said they sound good.  So, what I do is watch the videos at home and then go to my gym and do them.  They're little circuits that I repeat 3 times.  Not bad.  I think I'm also going to start doing some yoga at home on the off days.  Whatever I can do to get my body ready for battle.  Also, I of course want to feel as good as possible, which isn't always easy when I'm already breathing super heavy all the time it seems.  Apparently the amount of blood in my body has already increased significantly...I want to say by 50%, but I don't have the figures in front of me.  It's nuts.

With that, it's another week about over, and another closer to Joe being back.  Which means, another closer to going to the beach (instead of France, we're going to Florida), and another closer to finding out the gender of the baby.  In a future post, I'll tell you about Joe riding out the rest of his Army career doing admin work in the dungeon known as the "training room."  Yep, found out today that upon return home he's being pulled off his team to spend time with what will eventually be his family of three.  No more deployments or training...but will he be happy?  More on that later.