Major Pain

Where do I even begin...... Oh boy!

Let's start at the beginning. That would have been July 30, 2010. The love of my life and best friend started the day by getting dressed up, followed by meeting at the alter, followed by the best party of our lives. We decided to continue the party in Las Vegas on our honeymoon.

We dut's like to party, so of course we headed(with all of our belongings) to Fort Polk, the beauty of America. My dear sweet husband is in the Army. Our favorite saying is ...If the Army wanted you to have a wife they would have issued you one. That saying couldn't of been more right for the rest of our first year of marriage.

In October 2010 my husband left for Afghanistan on his first tour. The night he left I found myself in a bit of disbelief/sad/determined to be tough. I've never had so many emotions running through me. Since I had no idea what to do with the emotions I headed on over the burger king on base, knowing I wasn't going to cook (that's a whole different post). I then continued on to the little shoppette and got a bag of peanut butter m & m's. That evening I found myself watching tv and turning it off occasionally to sit in silence, thinking to myself ... What the hell am I going to do now. I went from laughing at the shows I was watching to uncontrollably sobbing. Little did I know the next week I would find out I was expecting our first bundle of joy. Why yes that is correct.... I found out a week after my husband deployed I was expecting. Let me repeat myself ..... What the hell am I going to do now?

Luckily, I did get hired on at the town's elementary school for a fourth grade teacher and had great co-workers. Those ladies got me through the best times and the hardest times. Oh Louisiana and your heat, corporal punishment, southern accents, weird food, bunko, ect. I happened to get myself into a couple of sticky situations.... such as:
1. got rid of my husbands dog (needed to be done)
2. stirred up the pot at WLE and their dress code (needed to be done)
3. Caught the stove on fire (could of avoided that one)
4. Fell off my sidewalk at 6 months pregnant (could of avoided that one)
5. Tired to out run the morning train (thanks to ludacris - beat it by 2 minutes)
6. had my mother come live with me for 3 weeks (let's face it- by April I was falling apart)

Not to mention all the sticky situations with our baby dut on his way such as:
1. found out husband and I are carriers for cystic fibrosis
2. They put down the wrong weight so i weighed 100lbs over
3. Blood work told me I carry the African American strand of CF (I knew I could be ghetto, but really?)
4. Had to drive 2 hours one way to see a specialist a couple of times


Right after my mom had left to go home (she had Easter at her house the next weekend and needed to prepare) I journeyed home to my parents house. I got home on Good Friday. I thoroughly enjoyed a wonderful Easter with my family. On Thursday April 28th (day before the royal wedding) I received the call. That would be the call that my husband had been shot in Afghanistan and was in serious condition. Little did I know that my life would turn into a huge opportunity for me to grow in Patience, humility, my hate of conflict, love of my husband, and respect/appreciativeness of all of our soldiers but especially my hero of a husband!

Well, now that you know my life story for the past year, you will get to know the nitty gritty of myself as well as dealing with the military, cooking (because I can't), and the Dut's halarious life :)