Introductions

If you're wondering what makes this blog any different than the other billions made by military wives, my answer to you would be: I really couldn't say. Hopefully you'll get a different perspective from me, though. I'm 19 and completely new to this experience, so I haven't been tainted by the negatives and abounding frustrations of military life...yet. I see a lot of cynical and depressing blogs from others, and I'm sort of hoping to bring something new to the table. There's no need for all that, at least not for the majority of the time (because if ever a military wife tells you she's never had a good, hearty nuclear meltdown over nothing, she IS a liar!). So, to keep this short and sweet, I'm glad you are taking the time to follow my musings! Hopefully we can share some good laughs, maybe some tears, and a few really, really awesome and/or totally too-adorable photos.

Here's the basic rundown on my family, and our point in this journey: My name is Stevie Gail, and I married the man of my dreams on April 11 of this year. His name is Rob. Rob and I are 20 and 19 years old, respectively. He is absolutely the biggest pain in my neck, and the best thing that ever happened to me. I'll take a line that everyone else uses by saying, "We balance each other so well!" But really, he's the darker, quieter, more mysterious one that just takes things as they come. I'm definitely more demanding, to-the-point, outspoken...you get the idea. Pretty soon, we will be welcoming the biggest joy into our lives: our first child, and a DAUGHTER nonetheless! (I'm totally screwed, if you were wondering. If you ever wanted to see a spoiled child, just wait til you see this kid...Daddy is so wrapped around her little finger already I can't believe it's still attached to her.) She's supposed to join us the day before Thanksgiving. We'll see how well she listens already. Rob is in the Army, he is an Infantryman (almost!), and we are set to PCS to Old Guard in Virginia at the end of this month. As I write this, the man is out in the wilderness of Georgia, doing God knows what with Lord knows who, possibly in a 48-hour no sleep stint, before a 12 mile road march to Honor Hill to become an official Badass. If you haven't gathered, my opinion of my husband is that he's the best thing since sliced bread. And he is, really. Promise. So, our 14 weeks of separation is quickly coming to a close. Tomorrow, he finishes his FTX and is finished with his training. The end of August is going to be the ultimate time of awesomeness. He finally gets to come home! I'm very ready to have him around again. He's been gone for the majority of my pregnancy, and doing it alone was NOT the way I had always imagined it. But I've made it, and it has been the hardest, most rewarding thing I've ever done. I get to finally have him around for the last three months! (Lucky him: around for the first three months of HORRIBLE morning sickness, and the last three of horrible discomfort and legit mood swings). 

So, that's the bare essentials of "us". I love this life, I love the way things are going, and I'm VERY excited for the future. I have a completely positive outlook on anything the Big Bad Army can throw at us. I'm sure we can handle it. The change I've seen in my husband since he left is absolutely BEYOND amazing. I wouldn't trade it for the world. But, that's where I'll leave you for today. Tomorrow is a new day! :)