Since my husband left for Afghanistan in April of this year I have had to resolve to going through my first pregnancy alone. I didn't find out that i was pregnant until my husband was already thousands of miles away. I had to enjoy my happiness alone. But it hasn't been a easy road, i have already been hospitalized once, fell down a flight of stairs and nearly killed the lady at cold stone for not giving me my ice cream. I used to never be so out of whack in my life. I usually like to be in control of the situation, but in this case i guess i have no choice but to give in. We still don't know what we are having, but something tells me its a boy. I don't really mind the sex of the baby too much, just as long as it is healthy and strong. well that is all i have to write for now. I am kind of new at this, so i really don't have a clue of what to say lol.