4 Years

4-years ago I married the man that I'm convinced was made for me. Eight years ago, when we met, I'd never guessed we'd be here, celebrating four years of marriage.  He's more than my best friend, he's my husband.   Our life may not always be the easiest but I know no matter what that we'll come out on the other side together.  This time last year he was holding me up as I adjusted to being a new momma with a sick baby.  And a year later we're cheering on that same little baby, who turned out to no be sick, as he tries to take is first steps. He tries keep me from being worried all the time and reminds me that life is for living and doesn't need a continuous schedule.

As I think about the next year, 5 years, 10 years and more I'm excited to see where life takes us.  As we grow our family and work towards our dreams I'm happy to know that I'll be sharing it with this man that I truely feel blessed to have in my life.

Husband you make my life full and fun. While we might not always see eye to eye and we have our difficult and trying times know that no matter what we're a team and in 50 years we'll look back on all our road blocks fondly and realize it's how we got to where we are.  I'm blessed to call you my husband, friend and partner.

Love you lovey!  Happy Anniversary!

The Hubz

So Hubz says that he was catching up on the blog and that I never said anything good about him.  I told him he was wrong but hey maybe he's right.  So I dedicate this entry to the love of my life. 

See him up there with our little Bean?  He's a good looking fella!  And is paving his way to heaven by being married to me.  I like to say I'm spicy, but the truth is I can be difficult and stubborn when I want to, and this man just takes it all in stride.  He hardly ever loses his patience with me, unless I push him to far, and he puts up with all of my bitchiness.  He really was made for me because he balances my Type A personality with his Type B.  He reminds me to stop and enjoy life and is there when I need a laugh.  And while he may not do anything I ask him, when I ask him, he eventually gets to ... eventually.  And sure I'm gonna be stuck being the mean parent while he's the fun one I'm glad my kids will have that balance, although it'd be nice to get to be the fun parent everyone once in a while.

So while I may tend to focus on what he doesn't do and less on what he does I do appreciate this man that God has blessed me with.  We've had our rough patches, but what relationship hasn't, and I'm sure we'll have many more to come.  However, I couldn't nor would I have picked someone better to take this journey of life with.  He's my anchor.  I love ya babe, forever and always!

Who Knew

Who knew that having a baby was so hard on a marriage. I mean people don't hesitate to give you all kinds of advice and "words of wisdom" about pregnancy, labor and raising a baby. However, they never bother to tell you the toll that having a baby can take on your marriage.

I just finished reading Babyproofing your Marriage. It gave me a lot insight on what's going on in my marriage right now and helped me to see that we're not alone. I took away a lot from reading it but mostly that the only way to ensure your marriage survives having kids is by communication and ensuring that you and your husband are a partnership. To bad this seems to be where we're falling short. I feel like I'm doing everything. Hubz has been working late a lot lately and it wouldn't be so bad if it was also bringing in tons of extra money but it's not. So he's working late, I'm stuck doing all baby duties on 5 hours of sleep after a 9-hour day, and he shows no appreciation. I wish he could find a job with set hours. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much job experience, outside of what he's currently doing, so finding a different job has proved difficult. My hope is that once he's finished his second year of school he'll be able to find something, but only time will tell.

Who knew that I would adjust to motherhood so easily. I was expecting to be overwhelmed but I'm not and haven't been. Well okay I was when he was admitted to the hospital but that's to be expected when your three day old is in the PICU, hooked up to machines and nobody can seem to figure out what's wrong. Actually to this day they still don't know what happened but he's doing 100% better and that's all I care about.

There's a lot of things I didn't know when I got pregnant. But these two are the biggest things I was surprised about. Hubz and I will get through this rough patch, which I'm sure he doesn't even realize we're having, and be stronger for it I'm sure.

It's Been A while

It's been a while since I last posted and there's a lot going on. First, hubz recently read my blog and noticed that I had blogged about how I expected that nothing would get done around the house once he became unemployed. However, I never updated on that I was somewhat wrong. While he's been out of work for 6 months now, yes SIX MONTHS, with only a glimmer of prospect here and there he's still managed to get somethings done and while it's not as much as I would like it's something. He got the entire front room and all the hallways painted for our family christmas dinner. As well as getting our dead tree cut down in our front yard. He's also started plans for the front and backyard. It's definately more than I had hoped for, thanks hubz I love you.

On the pregnancy front I have now lost a total of 10 pounds and that is no bueno. I'm going back in 2 weeks, I'll be 20 weeks - or as the ladies on the bump call it half baked, and depending on the weight then we'll decide how to proceed. I must admit while I'm attempting not to get to worked up about it I am a little upset. I mean why can't my body get a handle on this whole being pregnant thing!? I'm still sick, although not as much thank goodness, and still have terrible food aversions. I can't eat much meat or most things and my lactose intolerance is still around, although I had that prior to pregnancy so that's in no way burrito's fault. Perhaps burrito is giving me such a hard time in utero because he/she is going to be a perfect babe upon birth...hey a girl can wish. So until May 7th, which is also the date of our sonogram where will get to see burrito for the first time since our dating ultrasound, it's a waiting (no pun intended) game.

In life news there's big things going on. My middle sister is getting married in 5 days! I told hubz while I realize she's a grown up all I see when I look at her is the little girl sitting on her training potty or the little girl with the big glasses and poofy hair, not that I have much room to talk on that. Sure I realize that she's a mom and now soon to be wife but to me she'll always be my little sister. As matron of honor and oldest sister I have the honor of giving a toast at her wedding and I'm having the hardest time even getting started. How do I put into words how happy and proud I am of and for her on what is surely to be one of the best days of her life. Typing this I'm crying so I can only imagine what Saturday will be like.

As I marry off one sister I have in the back of my head that in just 12 more months I'll be marrying off my baby sister which is even crazier to me. I firmly believe that there is no bond like that of sisters. Sure my littles are twins and so by nature closer to each other, but regardless I know that no matter what that the three of us share a bond like no other. Especially when you consider that we grew up as Army brats. We were the only sure friends we had everytime we moved.