Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Where do the Days Go?

An update of sorts which will probably be hard to follow:

On Being a Police Officer's Wife:
I actually don't think of myself as one. I adjust fast to just about anything and this has been no exception. I kiss my hubby goodbye and continue on with whatever I'm doing. I have to consciously stop and remind myself that he is putting on a bullet proof vest, strapping on a gun and holster, and will be putting his life on the line for the next ten hours.

"God please keep him safe".

I am so very proud of him and I absolutely love when he gets home and tells me the details of the night and gosh does he ever look good in his uniform. Our dinner conversations range from routine traffic stops to suicides and rapes. I listen to the scanner at bedtime in the hopes that I will hear his voice before I drift off to sleep.

On Being Gwen's Mother:
Oh how I love that little girl. She is growing to fast. I cry each time I have to put an outfit away that has been outgrown. She says a small assortment of words now. They are:
cat
dog
boo
dada
Mooooom

If you growl at her, she'll growl back and just this week she has started giggling at everything. She'll be in her crib with the light off and will just start giggling at her animals. Cutest thing ever. When we tuck her in at night she lifts her little hand and waves goodbye to us. Melts our heart and we have to force ourselves to actually leave the room. She has turned out to be a wonderful sleeper. I've found out a few tricks that I believe have helped and will be using them on baby #2. She has never been much of a snuggler, but recently she will crawl over to us and lay her head down on us for a second or two before she goes back to her toys. I can't imagine life without our princess.

On Expecting Number Two:
Two babies 15 months apart. Oh my what where we thinking? What fun and chaos it will be. I honestly can't stand the thought of going through the pain of labor again. I almost went with a medical doctor so I could have an epidural, but all those tests stop me dead in my tracks. So excruciating pain here I come again! The blacking out in public places has started. I usually make it through the signing at church before I rush out to the backroom or nursery or wherever it's nice and cool. If only Luke could go to church with me; I would feel so much more secure. I hate being a distraction and even if I'm sitting in the back row I have anxiety about getting up and disturbing the service. Silly me.

Cutting this short because my cop and I have an episode of Downton Abbey to watch. :)