Thank you to the 33 people who viewed my first post! That's 31 more than I was expecting in the first day.
For the past seven days my husband has been going to work. Two of those days have been twelve hour shifts. Saturdays are supposed to be our stay home and be lazy/go grocery shopping days, but Duncan was gone from 7:30 am until 9:00 pm! And today, our religion's "day of rest" Duncan had to be at work at 9:00 am and we don't know what time he'll be home. I understand that he wouldn't be there if he wasn't needed, and I also know that I should be grateful that he has a steady job with good benefits in this economy, I just wish the Air Force would let me have part of his life right now. He'll only be with us for the first four months of our daughter's first year, I wish he could actually be with us.
Yesterday Harper was ten weeks old. It already feels like she's been a part of our family forever. She has her second round of immunizations, and she's already teething. Her dad will be away for eight months and he's going to miss so much. I know this is what I signed up for when I married a military man, but it didn't seem as serious when the deployment wasn't close upon us like it is now.
Can I just say that losing this baby weight is a whole lot harder than I thought it would be? I read about how breastfeeding drains a lot of calories so I figured I could pretty much just eat a normal amount and gradually fit into my normal human clothes without having to focus on it too much. I didn't realize, however, that I had grown accustomed to eating a normal amount for a pregnant woman, not the normal amount for a normal human. Two months later I'm still wearing maternity pants around the house and saving the one pair of jeans with a button which fit me for special occassions.
Hopefully that was the end of the complaining in this post.
While daddy is deployed, Harper and I will be moving back to New Hampshire to live with my parents. The huge plus side is that I will be saving a butt load of money on rent and I'll have plenty of help with Harper. The downside is that I'll be spending eight months living with my parents... I kid, I kid. It'll be great working on projects with my dad, visiting my mom while she's at work on slow days, and going on adventures with my big sister again. It'll just be a really huge challenge being away from Duncan for so long.
I'm hoping Harper turns out to have my gift for academia and Duncan's social skills. If she does I think she'll be all set. Duncan didn't do very well in school and I don't do very well in social settings. Together Duncan and I make a very competent person.
For today's recipe-type-thing: two nights ago I mixed together the ingredients for baked mac and cheese, poured it into the pan, covered it in pieces of cripy bacon, and baked it according to the directions. It. Was. AMAZING! Holy bacon and cheese heaven!
"You're wrong, Scary Man!"
You win if you know what ^that was from.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Breaking in the Blog
I would like to introduce you to me, Tabitha Wild. Tabitha Wild, meet the probably very few (if any) people reading your new blog. I have been an Air Force wife since March of 2011. Duncan and I just had our first baby this past July, 2012. Her name is Harper and she lights up our lives.
I wanted to create this blog, less in the hopes of amassing a vast following of people hanging on my every word, and more in the hopes of having somewhere to tell people about what's going on in my life right now- regardless of whether you actually care or not. My main goal in relation to you, my reader(s), is that you would find some humor or relatability (it's not a word but I think it should be) in one or more of the posts I create. I will also be posting any awesome recipes or helpful tips from which I think other people might benefit.
My husband is being deployed later this year so my goal right now for this blog, in relation to me, is to mark the passing of time and keep myself sane until Duncan returns next summer. I intend to use this blog as a journal of sorts so if you are completely uninterested in reading further, I am quite alright with having no readers other than my slightly (over)zealous mom. (Just kidding mom, I love you.)
I have only been out of high school a year, but since then I have lived in Arizona and have completely lost all concept of the passage of seasons. If you have never lived in Arizona, good choice. But let me explain further explain my previous statement: Arizona has two seasons; the two month season of winter(ish) where you may occasionally need a sweatshirt when you go outside, then there's the ten month season of holy-good-Lord-in-Heaven-thank-you-for-the-preview-of-hell-so-I'll-remember-for-the-rest-of-my-life-why-I-don't-want-to-go-there-when-I-die during which an hour spent outside results in the melting off of all your skin. Being born and raised in New Hampshire, moving to Arizona has been quite the shock.
If you've read this far: congratulations! You have successfully completed my first blog post. You may now go back to cyber-stalking strangers, googling your friends' names, watching youtube videos of cats getting into shenanigans, browsing Pinterest for recipes you will probably never make but which make you drool at the thought, or whatever it is you like to do on the computer.
I wanted to create this blog, less in the hopes of amassing a vast following of people hanging on my every word, and more in the hopes of having somewhere to tell people about what's going on in my life right now- regardless of whether you actually care or not. My main goal in relation to you, my reader(s), is that you would find some humor or relatability (it's not a word but I think it should be) in one or more of the posts I create. I will also be posting any awesome recipes or helpful tips from which I think other people might benefit.
My husband is being deployed later this year so my goal right now for this blog, in relation to me, is to mark the passing of time and keep myself sane until Duncan returns next summer. I intend to use this blog as a journal of sorts so if you are completely uninterested in reading further, I am quite alright with having no readers other than my slightly (over)zealous mom. (Just kidding mom, I love you.)
I have only been out of high school a year, but since then I have lived in Arizona and have completely lost all concept of the passage of seasons. If you have never lived in Arizona, good choice. But let me explain further explain my previous statement: Arizona has two seasons; the two month season of winter(ish) where you may occasionally need a sweatshirt when you go outside, then there's the ten month season of holy-good-Lord-in-Heaven-thank-you-for-the-preview-of-hell-so-I'll-remember-for-the-rest-of-my-life-why-I-don't-want-to-go-there-when-I-die during which an hour spent outside results in the melting off of all your skin. Being born and raised in New Hampshire, moving to Arizona has been quite the shock.
If you've read this far: congratulations! You have successfully completed my first blog post. You may now go back to cyber-stalking strangers, googling your friends' names, watching youtube videos of cats getting into shenanigans, browsing Pinterest for recipes you will probably never make but which make you drool at the thought, or whatever it is you like to do on the computer.
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