Care Packages for the Soul.

Any woman that tells you a care package isn't just as much for her sanity during deployment as it is for her loved one is a filthy liar. This month, I sent out five boxes. I always get a little over-excited the first month (plus, it's a Christmas package, yo!), but trail off by the middle of the deployment. Instead of having a million packages in the beginning, and not having any at the end... I have decided from now on I will send him one awesome package a month. This also helps with the countdown, ya see? Ideally we will send 9 packages the entire deployment (with the exception of my over zealous 5 boxes shipment this month). Soooo, in honor of that 1 down, 8 to go!

This time, I have made it a goal for each package to have a theme. How exciting, right? I like to believe that the husband will find them just as entertaining as I do. If he doesn't, he doesn't say anything. Smart man. And on the next package, our little battle buddy gets to help! Sure he will be more of a bobble-headed, drooling supervisor, but who cares?! All of the subsequent packages this deployment will not only have a woman's touch, but a baby's, too!

We miss you, dude! Keep focused on your mission, and we will be waiting with open arms (and maybe some slobber?) when you come home! Love you, bird!

Bitter Betty

That's me today.

Since the day before my husband came home for his last 8 days home before deployment, my hips have been killing me. After a sonogram we found out it's because our gem of a child decided he wants his head turned towards my hip instead of straight down.

I've come to the realization that movement for the last seven weeks of this pregnancy will be spent mostly on the couch, or in bed. A trip to Walmart puts me in unbearable pain.

And to add to it, the husbandman isn't here for a couple of "coddling" sessions a day. I'll admit it. I'm a 23 year old baby right now.

Laying around is fun until you're forced to do it. I can think of a million better things to do than sit on this stupid couch.


And now I will go back to being nice to people. Being bitter sucks, but I'm over the 24/7 pain.

The Premise of My Return, and a Goodie.

So, since the last time I blogged, life has changed tremendously. We are expecting our first baby, a boy, in just a few short months, the husbandman is gearing up for deployment number two, and I'm a full-time student. The reason for the abrupt return is due to all of the information listed in the preceding sentences. I mean, clearly I'm the first woman in the history of forever that has ever dealt with all three factors at once... right? Right.  (NO.)


Anyhoot. I figure I shall start this off with a deployment "goal" list. Every spouse that has ever gone through deployment has set a list like this for herself/himself. After all, while our men (or women) are off doing their salvation in gargantuan proportions... we need to feel significant too. 

I'll check back next year some time and update exactly where I stand on the goals I have set for myself. 

1. One care package a month. Should help the whole family out.
2. Lose all of the baby weight.
3. To elaborate, train for a 5k (but I really prefer the Color Run which is only 3k)
4. Finish the pre-requisites for the nursing program, and with A's. I  will allow myself one B.
5. Grow my hair out to the middle of my back.
6. Because everyone cares so much about this... successfully breastfeed Nolan for at least 6 months.
7. And because y'all care so much about this too- be successful at cloth diapering.
8. Finish the latch hook project I started last deployment.
9. Learn to shoot a rifle. This chick wants to go hunting next rifle season.
10. Read at least one classic. I'll even go as far as to say it should be Grapes of Wrath.
11. Read the rest of Deeanne Gist's books. 
12. Pay off at least TWO of my school loans.
13. For good measure... learn the choreography to Thriller, in its entirety.

Yeah. This year is going to be a gem.