I'm baaackkkk. Did ya miss me?
What can I say? I heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder, so I decided that two years was the perfect length to make sure all of my subscribers were absolutely beside themselves wondering where I had disappeared to. Did it work? Have you all been on pins and needles waiting for my reappearance?
Damn. Didn't think so.
Eh, anyways. How to crunch two years of living into one, single Xanga post? My life seems too amazing for that, but, I'll try.
Let's see, I am one semester away from graduating with my BA in Communications... and then the job hunt begins. Life for a journalist in this economy-- does it get any more "bottom of the barrel" than that? Anyone want to higher me out to write your Christmas letters?
And, really, my goal is to find a job where I can write from home, because daycare costs are just too expensive to deal with. That's right, I said daycare. AFV made an AFV Jr. Actually, her name is Sydney, and, I promise, I'm not like all those other parents out there who think their kid is the cutest thing ever. But truthfully, SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURE I'VE EVER LAID EYES ON. And I made her. Like, MADE her. I know, I know, it's the miracle that happens a thousand times a day, but unless you've been through it, you will never understand what a crazy, life changing, monumental, amazing, and friggin' painful experience it is. Painful.
I was about 34 weeks here. I still look back in awe that my kid was in there. Whoa.
And, I went through the crazy awesome, painful experience alone. My husband was deployed for the THIRD time to Iraq, and just recently returned two weeks ago when Miss Syd was two months old. Yeah, giving birth without him sucked pretty bad. But, at least she has no recollection of her dad not being there, and he'll see her first of everything. Just kind of sucked having every nurse assume I'm a single mother, and, since I look like I'm 14, a single teenage mother. I kept telling everyone who even looked at me, "Husband is in Iraq-- SEE!? Wedding ring!" Then I got the, "Awww, poor, courageous thing!" look. Infinitely better. And I got extra banana pudding from the cafeteria lady. We're in it for the perks, people. Riiight.
Actually, I can honestly say that the last six months were the worst of my entire life. Not only was I raging, hormonal pregnant bitch all by myself, but he was in a lot of danger over there. Thankfully, he never let me know it, and kept his voice incredibly upbeat every time he talked to me, but I have Google. I know what he went through, and had it all confirmed once he came home and told me his stories. Suffice it to say, I hug him a little tighter every night, and he kisses his daughter as much as he can throughout the day. He's supposed to be AIR FORCE, not a freakin' SEAL. Ugh. /rant
So, that's what I've been doing-- chasing the light in the tunnel towards my degree, getting knocked up and giving birth to the single most beautiful baby on the planet, and dealing with my husband being gone for the third time.
Why return to blogging after all this time? Good question.
I thought about Xanga so many times. I thought about writing so many times. I even tried to write a journal while I was pregnant, thinking it would be something I would want to look back on and read about. But truthfully, those months I spent alone left me with some of the rawest emotions I've ever felt, and I don't think I will ever care to relive them. Now that my life seems to be calming down (as calm as it can be with a 10-week-old in the house), I knew it was time. I could just feel it. So, here I am. I re-upped my Xanga Premium account, and I'm here to start kicking ass and writing about it.
What's been going on with all of you? What's been going on with Xanga? Why is there still no iPhone app for Xanga? I check periodically, you know. Especially since my iPhone is my life (sorry, I recently got 32 GB white 4S, and I'm annoying everyone with how much I talk about it-- didn't want y'all to be any exception).
Talk to me, Xangans. How's it been?
Oh, and just for proof that Miss Sydney really is the most beautiful creature EVAR, here is my mini-me:
I know, I know. Gah, amazing.