1/30/09

Our Story

The story of how we came to be a family.
Despite the fact that seeing my husband today triggers a feeling of love and warmth, I can hardly call our first meeting "love at first sight." It was an unusually hot spring day, and I was on my way to do laundry at the barracks laundry room. Due to an extreme sunburn I had suffered two weeks prior, I was wearing a very light and comfortable sun dress. Usually I would do my laundry in whatever Army workout clothes I had left over, but perhaps that day may never had come if I had looked like a sunburn in uniform. So I was just strolling across the lawn with my basket when I heard a rather handsome voice say, "What are you doing all dressed up?" When I turned around, there he was. The man who would one day become the love of my life. I answered, "Nothing," and continued on my way. To my surprise the handsome fella followed me into the laundry room. We started talking, a.k.a. flirting, and decided to watch a movie together later.
 For the next few months we just hung out like normal friends. It always seemed like more but we had never said anything to each other about it. Then one day when Mike came over to my barracks room he told me he didn't want me to see any other guys. I was so happy. I never thought he was that into me. We were very different people at that time, and I thought I was too much of a goody two shoe for him. That proved to be one of the many times I was wrong about him. We continued dating for another few months, and it soon became time for us to take our first road trip together. A baseball game in Atlanta seemed the perfect getaway.
I was really nervous about the whole trip. We had never spent that long of a time together and I desperately wanted to impress him by how mature and fun I was. That persona was immediately thrashed when thirty minutes into our trip we realized I had forgotten the tickets at home. Way to go Jamie. Little did I know then how treasured of a memory my silly mishap would become.
 Our arrival in Atlanta was followed by another "Jamie blunder." We had decided to stop at the mall so Mike could look for some swim trunks. We didn't find anything so we headed back to the car. I sat down and decided to take a drink of my soda. Big mistake, as soon as I opened it, the soda exploded all over me. So, of course I got to arrive at our luxury hotel covered in soda. I tried to cover it up as best I could, but I'm sure everyone got see my incredibly handsome boyfriend with his less than admirable, sticky gal. At least the rest of the trip was great.
The baseball game itself was somewhat disappointing. We really wanted the braves to lose! After the game was over we walked back to the car and decided it was best to wait a while for traffic to clear up. We were standing beside the car, "snuggle-hugging" in the cold when I heard something I never thought would come from Mike's mouth. Especially after being such a clumsy, forgetful dodo. He said, "I don't know if I'm ever going to get married, but if I do it will be to you." For some that may not seem very romantic, but for my manly man it was. I think that is the very moment I truly fell in love with him. 
We dated for about another year before getting married. Most women dream of a big fancy wedding with just the right dress, and hundreds of eyes gazing upon them. I guess I'm a little different. Who needs all that attention? I think marriage is a special moment that should be shared sacredly with your loved one. Luckily Mike and I were on the same page. We woke up one day, bought our rings, and just headed to the justice of the peace. I remember that it was raining outside. I've always heard that if it rains on a special day then it will bring good fortune.
So far, that's been true.
Not much later came our wonderful son. If anything will test a marriage, it's the arrival of your first baby followed by three cross-country moves in two years. But still, here we are. I still believe that Mike is the best thing to ever happen to me, and I can't imagine life without him. Sometimes I feel like I didn't do anything to deserve the wonderful life I have, and it just gets better all the time. I thank my Heavenly Father for all the blessings in my life and for the new blessing coming this summer. 
 

1/29/09

Prenatal Visit

If you're interested in my pity party read on.
Well, I had a prenatal visit yesterday afternoon. I never expect to have a particularly good time there, but I wasn't prepared for what happened. After the inevitable thirty minutes past my appointment time, I get called back to take my vitals. Temperature: normal, Weight: normal, Blood Pressure: High normal. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. My blood pressure was high last time, and it has been for the past three or four weeks. 139/80-ish may be a little high, but it's still in the normal range. Apparently this was cause for me to spend an hour waiting isolated in a room so they could retake it. And guess what? Nothing changed, thanks for wasting my time! 
Next comes time to check the baby's heartbeat. Finally something relaxing, right? Think again. It took the nurse ten minutes to find my baby's heartbeat! Do they really think that is supposed to help with my blood pressure? She finally finds it and it was about 156. Three weeks ago it was 175, so it's nice to see that it finally came down a little bit.
After all the poking around in my personal life, it was time for a lecture. "Don't eat any processed food, no salt, no soda or tea, bla bla bla. All fresh fruits and vegetables for you. Oh, and come in Friday morning so we can check your kidney function." What? Seriously? Why do they need to do this? So basically they want to lower my blood pressure by not letting me eat any of the foods I love and worrying me to death about my kidneys! 
So I left the doctor's office almost in tears because I can't believe how horrible it was. At least they scheduled my ultrasound for three weeks from now. We hope to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl. I'm really excited and I desperately hope this next appointment goes much better.

1/27/09

My First Post

Okay, so I have myspace, facebook, and my own website; Why not a blog as well? I guess I decided to start this blog so that I can have something personal. Sometimes I feel like everything in my life is about someone else. I'm sure other mothers can relate. We never get to just focus on ourselves. So this is my chance. 
I've been a little pessimistic lately. It's not something I'm proud of since I'm normally a very outgoing happy person. But I just can't help but feel out of place here. I really don't think I fit in well in Garden City. I haven't made very many friends, and the few I have are so busy it probably doesn't count. I miss Washington a lot. I had a ton of friends there and always had someone to talk to or hang out with. It's just a little disheartening I guess. 
The plus side of not having any friends or things to do is that it has been good for our budget! I don't think we've ever been this disciplined before. That should be really good in the long run when we move again. I'm just hoping the long run actually turns out to be the short run. I want to move before our new baby is born. Mike's been waiting on a DoD job for a while and we hope we are getting close. 
Am I just a hormonal pregnant woman ranting about things that won't matter tomorrow? Probably, but I need to get it all out. Phillip has been stressing me out a lot as well. I love him to death but I don't even think it's possible for him to be any more difficult. Some nights I just go to bed in tears because I feel like such a failure to him. I sit back wondering where I have gone wrong and what I can do to make it all change. Mike is always telling me it's not my fault and that he is just a difficult child, but it doesn't make me feel any better. All the other children I know that are his age have been past this stage for a long time. But we are still here... just waiting for Heavenly Father to grant us a break. 
And on top of it all I have my husband, the sunshine on my darkest days. He is so wonderful to me and I wish I could make our lives easier for him. I wish I could show him the wife and mother that I want so hard to be. I try every day but in the end I just never make it. How do I make things better? How am I supposed to show my family how much I love them when I can't ever seem to get it all together? Is there someone out there who has all the answers?