I know this isn’t what this blog is “supposed” to be about, but…
This post made me realize that I need to verbalize how grateful I am for my husband, especially now.
Last year, we started thinking seriously about starting a family and moving out on our own, away from our hometown. We had full-time jobs and no debt, but (long story short) the Army became the most reasonable option for us. Believe it or not, the Army offered security, benefits, and a job in which I know my husband would excel.
After being cleared through MEPS and swearing in, we waited in the Delayed Enlistment Program for six months before he started training. In that time, I became pregnant with our first child. I’m currently 26 weeks along with our baby girl, Josie. He left two weeks ago for Ft. Benning and will be there until the end of March. He may or may not be present at the birth of our daughter due to his AIT schedule. We as a couple have made several personal sacrifices to be able to start our family, but I am so thankful to him, knowing that he is going through a lot and missing out on many pregnancy milestones and possibly early childhood. And to know that he is doing it for us as a family. To give us the security of a home and medical coverage. It’s tough for me to be away from him so long, but there is no doubt that I am incredibly proud of my husband and thankful for the love he has for me and our unborn child. I could never repay him for the sacrifices he’s already made (however brief they may be) or for the more serious ones I know he will have to make in the future.
Sorry if that was disjointed. It’s been a long night. Maybe I’ll run it through Grammarly in the morning…
