When I was pregnant with my first child, my husband was gone for training most of the time. He arrived the day before we moved across the country from Washington to Virginia for our first PCS (Permanent Change of Station). Imagine my face (not happy, if you’re having trouble picturing it) when I realized I’d be in charge of selling our current home, finding a home on the other side of the country (sight unseen, mind you) and moving all our possessions, all while 7 months pregnant! I had a choice to make. Should…

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