January. It's cold, again. I'm quickly learning to dislike Illinois winters. Growing up in southern Missouri we had cold spells but they didn't last long (and seldom below freezing, and never negative numbers!) and snow was a treat, not a chore (maybe that's a kid's view vs. an adult's view, though.) And Kent's out in California, again.
Work is good. I had moved into a different office a few months earlier, and loved my new position, and my boss (an Air Force officer, who in 4 years went from Captain promotable list, to Lt. Colonel.) But I'm tired and out of sorts. The flu's been going around and I've been sick, and losing weight - eight pounds in a week (and I was skinny back then.)
A quick early morning doctor's visit, followed by a mid-morning phone call confirmed that it was more than the flu - I was pregnant! The guys in my office heard the phone call, and immediately the pampering began... they delivered papers for me, ran errands, got a footstool for me. Kent was worse. He made two wrong turns on the way back to the hotel in California! When he was home he'd bring breakfast every morning, and drop me off at the door at work (and it became such a habit he kept doing it when I went back to work after maternity leave!)
About four months in we had a scare. My office usually went out or to someone's home on Friday nights (all the spouses joined in) and Kent had just come back home and joined us late. We were all playing games, and I went into early labor. Everything was okay after some extended bedrest, but I had only thought my guys (home and work) were overprotective before! Oh, dear!
Early summer, my boss moved on to Florida and we had a new Colonel in the office. He and his wife were amazing people. The Arsenal offices are old cinder block buildings, not air conditioned at that time, and 1983 was one of the top ten hottest summers on record. My new boss made arrangements for me, and the other expectant moms, to work in the air conditioned conference rooms. Still, I continued to have minor complications. By August 1, the doctor said I couldn't go back to work. I was due in a couple of weeks, so it wasn't too big of a deal. Except the doctor forgot to tell the baby the time table.....
Work is good. I had moved into a different office a few months earlier, and loved my new position, and my boss (an Air Force officer, who in 4 years went from Captain promotable list, to Lt. Colonel.) But I'm tired and out of sorts. The flu's been going around and I've been sick, and losing weight - eight pounds in a week (and I was skinny back then.)
A quick early morning doctor's visit, followed by a mid-morning phone call confirmed that it was more than the flu - I was pregnant! The guys in my office heard the phone call, and immediately the pampering began... they delivered papers for me, ran errands, got a footstool for me. Kent was worse. He made two wrong turns on the way back to the hotel in California! When he was home he'd bring breakfast every morning, and drop me off at the door at work (and it became such a habit he kept doing it when I went back to work after maternity leave!)
About four months in we had a scare. My office usually went out or to someone's home on Friday nights (all the spouses joined in) and Kent had just come back home and joined us late. We were all playing games, and I went into early labor. Everything was okay after some extended bedrest, but I had only thought my guys (home and work) were overprotective before! Oh, dear!
Early summer, my boss moved on to Florida and we had a new Colonel in the office. He and his wife were amazing people. The Arsenal offices are old cinder block buildings, not air conditioned at that time, and 1983 was one of the top ten hottest summers on record. My new boss made arrangements for me, and the other expectant moms, to work in the air conditioned conference rooms. Still, I continued to have minor complications. By August 1, the doctor said I couldn't go back to work. I was due in a couple of weeks, so it wasn't too big of a deal. Except the doctor forgot to tell the baby the time table.....
