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Spoiled Baby

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So I've just discovered how much of a spoiled baby I am. I dropped off Eric at the airport. He'll be gone a week. I know I know that people's spouses get deployed, work night shifts, or they have work trips where they're constantly in and out of the home, but I've been spoiled so far in our marriage. I got used to having Mr Smith every night of my life here in the flesh. I love his flesh. Cause now, I realize, at 7.5 months of pregnancy, I'm a blubbering fool who has a hard time saying goodbye. Because then I freak out about what a real goodbye could mean, and all of a sudden you realize how scary it is to want someone so much. Now, you can't picture life without them, and that scares you. Well, at least it does me.



It's like what your first boyfriend does to you. I remember being SO okay with not dating. I was more than okay about it (my mother wasn't). I tried to avoid it and push most people away. But the first one inevitably comes, and then when it's over - you're like - dang it. I know what I've been missing & you just can't go back to how you felt before. I've always been fairly independent, but there's still a reason why God encourages us to get married and strengthen family.  That person - "my person" - having "that person" is the best thing in the world. I'll let you know if having a child trumps that. But I think it just fills a different void you don't realize is there until you first hold your own baby.

So any way, this week might be hard for me, but I know I'll be just fine. At least Winston-Salem weather is beautiful right now and Chicago weather sucks, so I can't say I'll miss too much of an adventure. Mr Smith promised he would hop back on the plane if I went into early labor. WORD that would be horrible. So any way, happy Sunday. I'm so grateful for . . . 

Sunshine. my Husband. my Baby. modern day Technology. The Gospel of Jesus Christ. money to buy Food. Shelter. Books. Stretchy shirts. Church on Sunday.

I'm also grateful for Friends. Even when I'm far from home and people I've known for what seems like forever, we have great friends here in Winston-Salem and I'm grateful for them & their love for my unborn child. I really hope it's a girl. Because that load of laundry was nothing but pink. I think I'm forever good on swaddles & pacifiers & bibs & towels & stuffed animals & 3-6 month clothes (tbd)

NEXT: plan out how to best spend 15% off my babiesrus registry . . . Target & diapers.com only give you 10% off. Cheapskates. Also, if you are a sugar-holic like the Smith family, Family Dollar has m&m bags for $2 right now. Mr Smith will be eating healthy on his trip to Chicago.


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