5 am stars are wonderful

For those who don't know, I am an Army wife. I am blessed with an amazing husband that works hard for his family and is nothing but supportive in all that I do. He is the apple of my eye and will be the most wonderful father I could imagine. I am also cursed with the fact that not only have I but I will continue to say goodbyes as duty calls. I say this on 9/11.

My husband is serving our country and having to sacrifice the days of seeing my belly grow. I would have to say luck was upon him for not having to be present as I constantly rushed to the nearest restroom in the first trimester. Many husbands wish they could avoid the 9 months, not my love. Anticipating his return I anxiously wait by my macbook, which is now my best friend, for the subtle glow on a messenger to speak with him. I toss and turn all night, partly because my body is constantly too numb and uncomfortable combined with the fact that I worry. You can't live on a worried mind though. Why would I cripple myself? That would not benefit my husband, myself, or my future son.

With this said, my man in uniform is around the world today. Today of all days I wish him to be close even more. To be able to smell his cologne or feel the warmth of his body as I cuddled into him at this hour. I wish this every day but today, I wish it more. This pregnancy has allowed me an escape. Like I said before, I countdown until the next appointment now. Time, for me, has gone by quickly. Time is going by quickly. I remember the wonderful day I decided to buy the tests. I purchased a 3 pack and as I came home from work I rushed past my husband, aiming for the bathroom.

I was nervous.

I had done this before this year as we both waited anxiously for a positive sign that never showed. This time if it were negative, I would only know. So, there I was, standing over a porcelain toilet seat and hovering over a plastic stick that was to tell me my fortune. I did the deed and placed it down so that I wouldn't stare at it. This having the opposite effect. I was staring this sucker down as my urine rushed thru it's system and overtook it. I watched as the first line showed and then to my surprise, another line rushed to take it's place parallel to the other. My heart jumped. My body tensed. Positive. The damn thing turned positive. I opened the bathroom door and asked my husband to come hither, as he was now sitting on the sofa. He came up with a confused look as I pulled this urinated stick from the bathroom to show him. His first reaction was, "Is this why you came in the house so weird?" hahaha
Followed by a hesitantly excited, "Drink some more water so you can take it again!"

Don't get too excited right?

I told you, we've been down this road and now we needed the clarification.
So, I guzzled down some liquids and mind you this is later in the day. They say that the most opportune time to take these bad boys are in the morning. Well, I took a second one and the time frame of the day did not matter because it lit up just as quick. My husband a bit more excited now wanted to test the tests! So, he decided to take one. You know, wanting to make sure they weren't faulty. We were scrambling in a bathroom now where laughter had taken over our bodies.
His was negative.
HOORAY! (sarcasm)
Now, we could take it in and be excited, right? WRONG.
Reality set in. My husband was to leave in four days. FOUR DAYS. Talk about good timing right?
The story of a military family. Gotta love it.
For those women fortunate enough to share this experience with their own, be thankful. No matter what things occur that annoy you and frustrate you, just be thankful. :)