Saturday, March 5, 2011

Addicted

My breasts are sore, the smell of lunch meat makes me nauseated and at any point during the day I could cry while laughing. Yes you guessed it, I am the wife of a deployed soldier. Oh and I am pregnant. We in the Army call this an R+R baby. Which stands for "what the hell were they thinking?". So in blog talk here is the best answer to that question.
Mr. LbF and I have always done our best to keep the Army as his "job" and what goes on behind our front door our "real life". Even as a commander he was changing yucky diapers and eating a small piece of cake so everyone got one. These things are not a sacrifice for him. My dear friend Megan said the other day that when my husband is home with his kids he is "in his element". The title "Daddy" is his highest honor. In short we are addicted to our kids. They are the coolest thing we will ever do together.

If you had told me 10 years ago I would have 4 kids, I would have spat in your face. So to be having our 4th child I have gone through many changes. For instance my standards have declined in most things. I wake up fully expecting to be puked, peed or sneezed on. That way if I go to bed at night dry, it was an even better day!

Let's make a few things clear.

No, we are not a part of an organized religion that encourages litters.

Yes, we know how this happens. All Mr. LbF has to do it seems is leave his combat boots on my side of the bed.

No, we are not "going for the boy". We know it will most likely be another girl and we are cool with that.

And most importantly we are not having lots of kids because we just love kids. In fact I find most other peoples kids to be quite annoying. I will never be part of a babysitting co-op. Standing in a pre-school for too long makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Just because you're under three feet tall and 2 years old, does not exempt you from being an asshole.

And if it seems that I have put my kids on some kind of pedestal then you would be absolutely correct. And why not? This world can and will be hard! They will be exposed to evil at some point. But not on my watch. I consider my children my life's work!
As for making the decision to be pregnant while my husband is deployed, well I don't know what the hell we were thinking...