Moonwalking Baby

One baby!

Let's start there. We've got one baby in there, despite the endless nauseous that makes me feel like there's a tiny city of evil nausea molecules constantly trying to build condos to accommodate more of them.

One baby that's very good at break-dancing and put on a little dance show for us as soon as the ultrasound began. Flailing its little arms and spinning in the most dazzling solo synchronized swimming routine I've ever seen (and yes, that's a real sport, despite the oxymoron).  Since two separate sets of our friends recently had twins 2 weeks apart, we were wondering if it was catching. Looks like we can plan on one little baby McCall. No complaints here.

In other news, Wife has been stalk-calling the folks that are responsible for picking assignments to find out where we might be headed. Finally, she got in touch with someone that gave us a few options: Chicago, San Diego and Atlanta. All good options, but we were really dead set on making sure our move was to a marriage equality state so that we could both be on the birth certificate and an easy second parent adoption. It was an easy choice. What can I say, I'm a California girl, always have been, always will be. Soooooooooo, hello San Diego! We should be there by November of this year. If I weren't so nauseous my head would be spinning. A new baby, a move cross-country, renting out our house, finding new tenants for our rental property in Oakland, CA. Pretty much every possible change that could be happening is happening right now.

Yet and still, I feel tremendously happy. I love my family and no matter where we move in this world, we're together. That gets me through the nausea and uncertainty, the frequent moves, and life.