A Surprising Phone Call

So last night I am cooking dinner, the husband is watching YouTube videos, and the girls are in the living room playing dress up when my husband's phone rings. It's a number that isn't saved in his contacts so I bring him the phone, he answers and proceeds to chit chat with a woman. I have no idea who this person is, so I go back to cooking dinner...

Well when he gets off the phone, I go in and ask him who it was ... THE CHIEF'S WIFE! She was calling to check on me b.c she heard about everything that has gone on in the past week with my gallbladder and how much pain I have been in. She asked if there was anything we needed and then gave me her number and I was told to call her if I needed anything!

Now why am I blogging this you might ask?

Because this would have NEVER happened if we were still apart of my husband old squadron. He was apart of a HUGE 1000+ squadron and I was lucky if I walked into his building and get a hello. I love how family oriented this squadron is. I love how they called just to check on me. I love that I have the chief's wife's number in case I ever need it. Will I ever NEED to call her ... Probably not but just knowing that she took the time to call means the WORLD to me.

What I would have given for someone to call and check on me when I was going though my first deployment, with a 6 month old at the old squadron. What I would have given to be able to call and talk to someone about how I think there should be a support system for wives in the squadron ... Now I know there is someone like that here. I know that this squadron truly cares about their men and their families.

The more and more time goes by the more and more I love it here. I am happy that my husband made the decision to cross train out of maintenance and become a flyer. I am happy that we ended up in Georgia. I am happy to know that people here really do care and you aren't just some airman's wife. I love this squadron. I love that I got a phone call from someone I have never met checking on me. Days like this makes me VERY proud to be an air force wife :)

5 Weeks to Go!

Oh my goodness, where has the time gone?!?! Today I am 35 weeks preggo with baby *J* and I just cannot believe how fast this pregnancy has gone by. I am in awe that in just 5 short weeks I will be holding my little man! I cannot wait to see what he looks like, all his little toes and fingers, just how much hair he has, how big he is... I am really hoping he comes slightly early or on time and not a week late like his older sister!

These past few weeks have been rough! Heartburn is RIDICULOUS and it seems like Pepcid doesn't control it all the way like it did for a while!! I swear I can eat a bottle of Tums in two days!!! I am to the stage where it hurts ... EVERYTHING hurts. It hurts to stand...It hurts to sit. It hurts to walk...It hurts to move in general!! I can't sleep well at night, I am moody and lash out at my poor husband. I am so over the heat! If I could walk around naked the rest of my pregnancy I would happily do it! I know in the end it will all be worth it ... When I see my sweet baby boy's face all the bad memories will go away and I will love him and for a split second think "Hey, that wasn't so bad!"

I honestly think that I am done having babies after this one. With all the stress leading up to this one in the weeks to come I don't think I want to go though it again. Hunk is going on a two week TDY from Aug. 1-14 and hello my due date is Aug. 24!!!!! I love my husband and I fully support his career in the air force but sometimes it really peeves me off to no end! I plan on doing nothing but sitting on my couch those two weeks with my legs TIGHTLY closed! I just pray I DO NOT go into labor while he is gone! That is like worst case scenario for me right now!!

I have this feeling that I will have him Aug. 20th ... I don't know why but my gut is telling me that the 20th is going to be a big day. Not getting my hopes up but it would be neat if it happened that way :o) I am just so anxious for him to be here and for our family to be complete. I will have my little girl and my little man!! Eeeek, can I just fast forward time.... Please?!

Making of a Military Wife

A good friend, and fellow blogger, Jessica of Justagirl and Her Officer posted this amazing poem about military wives. When I read it, it instantly made me cry. It's so crazy to think about just how much military wives go though for their men! Trust me I would not trade my life for anything. I love being a air force spouse. I love supporting my husband through all the trials that the air force throws at us. And yes sometimes it is VERY hard times, but we always come out on top and our relationship is so much stronger!! I have heard so many times from my civilian girl friends that I am so strong and they don't know how I do it, but to me it's life. There is nothing that I can do to change it so I just have to suck it up, put a smile on my face and move forward. This is the life that I chose and I love it.

Anyways ... I am rambling ... I wanted to share the poem with you. That was the point of this blog I swear! LOL. I hope you love it and it moves you just as much as it did me!

Making of a Military Wife
Author: Unknown

When the good Lord was creating Wives, he was into his sixth day of overtime.

An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"

And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"

And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Come to bed... finish this tomorrow!"

"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."

The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."

"Can it think?"

"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's it for?" asked the angel.

"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!"

"You are a genius," sighed the angel.

The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."