It was the fall of my senior year of high school. 2001. Suave in a leather jacket, ordering a yogurt parfait, and stealing my heart. Fast forward through a kaleidoscope of memories to 2005. I was 3 years into my undergraduate degree and he was states away just finishing his first year as an Airman, but nothing stands in the path of young love. And so comes marriage…
From the moment we tied the knot, our marriage has been a whirlwind of excitement. The Air Force afforded us the opportunity to visit and live in new places throughout the United States, where we have made some of the best of friends, only adding to our extended family. The Hubs career also allowed for me to achieve my own career dream…doctor of all furry (and not so furry) creatures, great and small.
Life is good…well, except for the baby carriage.
We have officially been trying to conceive for 5 years and 6 months. Throughout my doctorate program, as well as during 2 duty station changes, 2 deployments, and miles of travel. At the beginning, when we just thought we would be typical. After all, all of my 4 siblings have either birthed or fathered children, his siblings have kids, and our parents clearly didn’t have troubles either. Not to mention that every single one of our relatives were fertile myrtles as well. Well, I guess we break the mold.
And now that I no longer have the blessed distraction of schooling, and we are persistently and annoyingly surrounded by friends, co-workers, and families who seemingly never have troubles in the birthing suite department, our stress has escalated exponentially. And so has subsequent treatments and procedures…especially given the fickle nature of the Air Force when it tends to move around families in an imaginary game of world chess. Oh, and the whole age thing… we have now entered our 30s.
So meet us:
We love Harley motorcycles and are constantly looking for new adventures.
I have a passion for running, but work tends to dementor suck out my soul. The Hubs just entertains me in this department.
Each base always ends up being a blessing, even though some are more difficult than others.
I cannot stand it when our decision to not be so traditional is judged or questioned. I also loathe it when others assume we judge them.
I love to get a rise out of the Hubs after 11ish years. I hate that I have to continually get more creative.
Oh, and before I forget the funniest aspect of our lives… We do have our fur-babies: 2 pibbles, a boxer mix, and 2 kitty meow meows. Definitely have expanded past the title of crazy cat couple.
Welcome to our crazy and wild journey!!