I haven’t talked at any length of being a military spouse, although I am. My husband is an intelligence officer in the United States Air Force and I am madly, deeply, head over hills in love with him.
I remember the day we “made it official” and began dating, he said to me, “I want to make sure that you understand that I want to be in the military. Not just that, but I want to be an officer. And I plan on making it a career.”
I responded, “yeah, I know…so…we dating now?”
And the rest is history. (We’re romantic like that.)
The Air Force has taken REALLY good care of us. I mean, REALLY GOOD care of us. We have met amazing people and although there are some challenges (we moved three times in the past year and a half), we have always tackled each dilemma and come out stronger in the end.
Recently, however, the Bad Timing Fairy (other military wives might be familiar with this bitch) has bestowed upon us a gift!
A TDY the week before I’m due.
For those who do not know, a TDY is basically a little detour of sorts, a temporary duty station. Lucky for us, the TDY is only a week. Unfortunately, it is a week before the due date.
I’m not angry or disappointed, because that’s life in the fast lane, ya know? But…I do feel like everything has come to a standstill, pregnancy wise. I’m terrified to walk too much. Keep that pineapple away from me! That recipe for labor inducing cupcakes? NO THANK YOU. Sex? HA. Spicy food? Well…a little, but only because I’m a spicy food addict.
SOOOOO, while I was consumed with all encompassing disappointment at my previous check up that revealed there was NO cervical action and baby hadn’t dropped yet, now I am TERRIFIED that at my next appointment, Doc will let me know things are finally starting to move. I need my little dude to stay snuggled up for as long as he can. I can’t imagine how my husband would feel missing the birth of his first child.
Come to think of it, I can’t imagine how I will feel if I have to drive myself to the hospital…Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Everything happens for a reason! And, it could always be worse. He is only gone for a week and staying stateside. That ain’t nothing in the grand scheme of things! I feel like I’m putting an awful lot of pressure on a poor little baby who isn’t even in the world yet, but…he only has two jobs: roll around every once in a while so I know you’re cool…and stay in until Daddy gets back.