Update--7 mos later

Wow it has been too long since my last post. I was in a crazy state of mind at that time. My hubby finally made it home December 1st, and everyone was so right about so many things! First of all, I was making too big a deal of many things that were really not that important. I had taken our dog to the groomers the day before he arrived, I had my nails done for the first time since our wedding, and of course I could not get the damn house clean enough! The night of their welcome home ceremony at the gym I had two other ladies at my house trying to get ready, I was acting calm as I do so well, they were freaking out about their hair and all that, I just went into my bedroom, closed the door, and had my own quiet, freaking out session while trying to put on my dress....yes I got a dress just for the ceremony. I did get the flags to put along our sidewalk, a big banner with balloons tied to it in our front yard and then inside I had red/white/blue streamers with posters i had the family make him, and more balloons.
The moments leading up to him and the others running into that gym were nerve racking! Of course I kept going over and over if I had done everything I needed to get done before he came home, and if he was going to like everything....including me still!! Plus all that PTSD talk had me so worked up! It was funny, i didnt really cry at the ceremony, I wasnt smiling either I guess because one of the other FRG leaders reminded me to do so, I just had so much going on in my head. The couple weeks before our ceremony I would see the other ceremonies going on while I would be driving past the gym on my way home, once I even saw the guys running into the gym. I could not stop crying that whole day, but here I was at our ceremony, and I could not shed a single tear. Weird. Once I saw his face and we hugged, I think I was still figuring it was all a dream.
Anyway, its been 7months now, I think the transition went pretty well. I know I was so worked up over nothing. He could have come home to a dirty dog and house and he would have been ok. He was just glad to have me, our bed, and the dog there when he got home. At least I can say I survived my first deployment and even though it sucks, I can handle another one. I learned so much from it.