Being a military spouse is a walk in the park… And by park, I mean Jurassic Park.
Some days I feel like I can conquer the world while other moments it’s a complete miracle that my kids are still alive and I remembered to put on pants.
We’ve all heard the saying “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” I’d like to consider myself tough, but where the heck am I supposed to “go” on tough days when my service member is already gone to work/TDY/deployment?!
ife is all about the seasons, and some seasons, like winter, seem to last forever.
Sorry if that sounded kind of corny or slightly cliche, but from where I’m sitting, it’s true—especially for military spouses.
We have seasons of joy. We have seasons of pain. We have seasons of hopeful anticipation. Of disappointment. Of frustration. Encouragement. Waiting. Challenge. Victory.
Yes, it’s all about the seasons.
Sometimes we have a season of “winter” that seems to last forever.
In the words of the late Paul Harvey, today it is time for “The Rest of the Story.”
The last couple of months, we’ve been sharing reasons for milspouse pride. (Need to catch up? Check out Part 1 and Part 2)
So now, we present our final chapter:
Listen very closely… Do you hear that? It’s my own personal internal tick-tock clock as I anxiously wait for this New Tiny Human to be born. (I’m writing this post a little bit in advance, because hopefully, by the time this post is published in late February, this newborn will have been evicted and settling into the “real world” in our arms.)
You may recall that last month, I wrote a post about how pregnancy is like being a military spouse. Well, my love for analogies hasn’t stopped, so today I would like to share 6 Ways Parenting a Newborn is like Being a Military Spouse.
Some people believe there can be too much of a good thing. I might agree with this statement if talking about rich cheeses, excessive exercise, or Netflix binge watching, but I just can’t agree that there is ever such a “thing” as too much military spouse pride.
You might remember that last month I shared the first installment of our series “Reasons from Milspouse Pride.”
As I write this post, I’m sitting in the recliner with my feet up. My dog is nestled beside me, my arms are stretched out farther than they have ever been before as my “belly dances,” and I mentally calculate how long I have until it’s my daily “power nap time.”
Yep. You guessed it. I’m pregnant. The State of the Uterus is very much occupied.
I’m at the point in this pregnancy that no longer classifies as a “little bit” pregnant. I’m really pregnant. Like rapidly-approaching-end-of-third-trimester pregnant.
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