Mixed Tapes and Maxi Dresses

"Are you to the point in your relationship that you can give each other a mixed tape?"  There's a long standing joke between Joe and I about this question.  I guess his mom asked him this once when he was in a relationship prior to our own, and one day he asked me the same question to jokingly gauge our seriousness.  And it was funny.  But in this context, what I'm trying to say here is that I'm to the point in our deployment that I can buy my homecoming dress.  And I did.  It's this one:

The website shows it being part of the plus-sized maternity dresses....but mine isn't.  Regardless, I look better in it than this chick, maybe because I actually look pregnant, and it hugs my prego curves just right.  Now if I can just get a $9 pair of sandals from Kohl's, I'll be set.  I think black over white with this dress, yes?

I think I am starting to finally feel this baby move some.  Like the books say, itt does feel like flutters or gas bubbles.  I'm not always certain which it is, but I'm confident it's more baby than gas.  Well, sometimes.  Apparently, per Facebook and my damn husband, gas is a weird thing for me to mention in light of baby movement.  BUT HELLO??!!  I am going to turn that man's world upside down here pretty soon.  I've tried to prepare him for the changes, but I think he's in for more than he's bargaining for.  We'll see how it goes.

Not much else is going on.  Lu and I are laying on my bed watching the Travel Channel, as it pertains to food right now.  I was supposed to go work out, but then the weather turned a bit ugly with some storms rolling through, hence why Lu is allowed on my bed.  Maybe we'll just chill, and I'll go three days off from the gym.  Damn it.  I've been SO good. 

Speaking of the days, another week is drawing to a close, and boy did it seem to go fast.  Tomorrow I'm meeting up with a friend, and hopefully with intermittent plans and shopping (eek), the days will continue to go by quickly.  I'm excited.  I can't wait to see Joe, and I can't wait for him to see me.  Even if he does make jokes on Facebook about having a girlfriend.  That's the douche that I miss and love.