This Weekend Belonged to the Air Force

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.