Might as well...

I've had way too much time on my hands tonight. Ok so I'm lying. I'm actually putting off a bunch of stuff that I should be doing instead. I just put Camron to sleep and I know I should probably be putting a load of laundry in the washing machine, putting away clean dishes from the dishwasher, picking up the toys on the living room floor, taking down Christmas decorations and probably about 10 other random chores. But no, instead I've been sitting here looking through random blogs. And you know what I've come to realize? I have the most boring, non-interesting life ever! I've been reading blogs about people who travel the world, about photographers and all the cool places they get to go, about people who have "real" jobs and who get to leave the house everyday! Then I think about me and my life. The title of my blog pretty much sums everything up... I'm a wife and I'm a mother. I don't work outside of the home. I never went to college. I have very little adult contact. 95% of my adult conversations are with my husband... and I'm not sure he counts as an adult most of the time.
(As I'm typing this he's sitting behind me playing Call of Duty 4 on his XBOX 360.)
So what the heck am I doing blogging about my life?! Then I came to the realization that I'm really doing this for me. Since I don't get out much in the "real world" I'm using this as my outlet. I also realized that not everyone is able to do what I do. I am married to a Marine and I am a stay-at-home mom. I think both of those deserve at least a little pat on the back. They are both such hard work in their own ways.... I think now I should probably give a little background on how these two worlds came together...

In March of 2006 Ronnie and I found out that we were going to be having our first baby together. (I say "together" because he has a son from his first marriage... but that's another story)

Anyway, in August 2006 he left for a 6-7 month deployment to Iraq. It would have been a piece of cake since that was our 3rd deployment together... but this time I was pregnant. Luckily I live about 5 miles away from both of my parents AND I had the support of a fellow pregnant Marine wife. I'm talking about my best friend Lizz. We met on Myspace and long story short her hubby left for Iraq a month before mine did and she was about 3 months ahead of me in her pregnancy.

In October 2006 Lizz had her baby girl while I still sat around hugely (is that a word?) pregnant.... FINALLY on December 22, 2006 I was induced (I was due around the 10th) and on the 23rd I had my son.... AFTER THREE LOOOOONG HOURS OF PUSHING! All without my hubby home. My mom was in the delivery room with me.... Ronnie was halfway around the world staying in contact through e-mail with Lizz.

January 2007 Lizz's hubby came home from Iraq. I sat around at my mom's with my newborn son and waited for it to be our turn. Finally in March 2007 Ronnie was able to come home and meet our beautiful son for the first time.

It's been a long difficult road since he's been back, but we're working on it. I think it's difficult on the men to leave a pregnant wife behind only to come home to a wife and a two month old. I know it was also hard on me... to have him leave and be totally self reliant (well besides financially). To learn by myself (with my mom's help) how to care for this new baby. It's been hard to learn how to be both mom AND wife.... Like I said, we're still working on it. I think we're gonna be ok though.

Anyway, I think I've written enough for one night. Time to go to bed. Camron has been getting up so early. Good night.