I’m 13 weeks with twins and this is terrifying. (Although pre pregnancy I was a nanny and that’s actually fairly reasonable for child care. But it’s way different when it’s money leaving your account instead of your paycheck.)
Seriously. My husband has 3 sisters and I’m in the family group chat with them. I never respond and I always look like a jerk. My family’s group chat, on the other hand, is hilarious. My husband, dad, mom, and brother are all military and our humor is of the dry/twisted/ variety.
There were no family rings for us as an option, but my husband picked a simple white gold solitaire (that certainly isn’t 2 carats) so that hopefully it’s classic enough we can pass it along to our grandkids.
I can’t imagine asking him to upgrade it later though! How emasculating would that be?! (I also got a 50$ plain band from the PX as my wedding band though so maybe I’m not up on ring trends?
I meal plan – draw out the calendar for the week and put my meals and snacks. But I don’t have a microwave so prepping that all wouldn’t save me a ton of time… and also I don’t want to.
My brother has had AR his whole life, and I was a huge jerk and made fun of him because “it couldn’t really be that bad.” As soon as I found out I was pregnant I started having reflux issues and I immediately felt horrible for what a jerk I had been. Seriously, it’s the worst.
My husband and I were completely long distance when we were dating, and engaged. I moved in with him about two months before our wedding.
He was in a really intense 3 year long training with the military, and was too busy/working too hard for us to have tried to live together and attempted normalcy in that time.
Specific circumstances, I guess. But it made living together really exciting, and the small amount of time we got together was less stressful than if I had been down there while he was navigating that training.
My favorite place here (Cincinnati) has something called the Sunday Morning roll, it’s a deep-fried Philadelphia roll. It’s essentially the chicken nugget of sushi, and it’s delicious.
My husband picks on me because every time he leaves I go in to send him off, and every time he comes home, I go in to pick him up. He’s military and gone more than he’s home, so it feels like we’re getting extra time together.
I didn’t realize that was weird until one of the other wives asked why I don’t make him just come to me. I thought it was just polite!
I’m a nanny, so we ended up with a ton of kids at our wedding (I had 8 flower girls and 2 ring bearers). But I definitely made sure to tell parents that there would be lots of German beer at the reception, so we would be hiring a baby sitter, and if they weren’t comfortable with that, it may be best to hire someone they know and are comfortable with.
This was how I found them, too! (Wasn’t it released by a newspaper or something?) And then got turned into a fanatic, basically overnight. I haven’t missed a midnight release of a book or movie since (even the screenplay which… ugh), which could be incredibly sad or awesome depending on who you are. It’s been really cool to see it reach so many different generations.
And even assuming it’s going to be physical is a long shot if she’s cancelling. She wants to think someone loves her unconditionally – but doesn’t want to hook up… basically he’s been turned into an emotional support puppy. (Isn’t this how Girl got sperry?)
Would definitely run. Fast. And maybe suggest she get a dog.
I’m a little late to the game but thank you for writing this! I’m a dual army “brat” and my husband is a medic in a highly deployed unit. Memorial Day has never been some super exciting or happy holiday for our family.
It’s been hard explaining that to friends when they don’t understand why my parents or my husband don’t really respond well to the “Happy Memorial Day” posts on Facebook. I may just share this article this year instead!
My husband is away for military training and I’m on the way to the dr to hopefully get knocked up while he’s gone. (Typical Tuesday morning?) I’ve gotten negative AF through this whole thing and I actually really needed to read this!
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I’m 13 weeks with twins and this is terrifying. (Although pre pregnancy I was a nanny and that’s actually fairly reasonable for child care. But it’s way different when it’s money leaving your account instead of your paycheck.)
Seriously. My husband has 3 sisters and I’m in the family group chat with them. I never respond and I always look like a jerk. My family’s group chat, on the other hand, is hilarious. My husband, dad, mom, and brother are all military and our humor is of the dry/twisted/ variety.
There were no family rings for us as an option, but my husband picked a simple white gold solitaire (that certainly isn’t 2 carats) so that hopefully it’s classic enough we can pass it along to our grandkids.
I can’t imagine asking him to upgrade it later though! How emasculating would that be?! (I also got a 50$ plain band from the PX as my wedding band though so maybe I’m not up on ring trends?
I meal plan – draw out the calendar for the week and put my meals and snacks. But I don’t have a microwave so prepping that all wouldn’t save me a ton of time… and also I don’t want to.
My brother has had AR his whole life, and I was a huge jerk and made fun of him because “it couldn’t really be that bad.” As soon as I found out I was pregnant I started having reflux issues and I immediately felt horrible for what a jerk I had been. Seriously, it’s the worst.
My husband and I were completely long distance when we were dating, and engaged. I moved in with him about two months before our wedding.
He was in a really intense 3 year long training with the military, and was too busy/working too hard for us to have tried to live together and attempted normalcy in that time.
Specific circumstances, I guess. But it made living together really exciting, and the small amount of time we got together was less stressful than if I had been down there while he was navigating that training.
It really is. Miso soup + a Sunday morning rolls + hot sake will get rid of any hangover.
My favorite place here (Cincinnati) has something called the Sunday Morning roll, it’s a deep-fried Philadelphia roll. It’s essentially the chicken nugget of sushi, and it’s delicious.
“…without looking down at it, he flipped it over and kept talking to John who was seated across from him.”
I may have audibly cheered at this.
My husband picks on me because every time he leaves I go in to send him off, and every time he comes home, I go in to pick him up. He’s military and gone more than he’s home, so it feels like we’re getting extra time together.
I didn’t realize that was weird until one of the other wives asked why I don’t make him just come to me. I thought it was just polite!
I’m a nanny, so we ended up with a ton of kids at our wedding (I had 8 flower girls and 2 ring bearers). But I definitely made sure to tell parents that there would be lots of German beer at the reception, so we would be hiring a baby sitter, and if they weren’t comfortable with that, it may be best to hire someone they know and are comfortable with.
I feel like this is true… there’s an age limit on some things right? (Not sure where this list would end but sex in cars comes to mind.)
This was how I found them, too! (Wasn’t it released by a newspaper or something?) And then got turned into a fanatic, basically overnight. I haven’t missed a midnight release of a book or movie since (even the screenplay which… ugh), which could be incredibly sad or awesome depending on who you are. It’s been really cool to see it reach so many different generations.
And even assuming it’s going to be physical is a long shot if she’s cancelling. She wants to think someone loves her unconditionally – but doesn’t want to hook up… basically he’s been turned into an emotional support puppy. (Isn’t this how Girl got sperry?)
Would definitely run. Fast. And maybe suggest she get a dog.
I tried to explain this to my parents when they got their little poodle-something mix… 6 years later and that dog still doesn’t know where it can pee.
I’m a little late to the game but thank you for writing this! I’m a dual army “brat” and my husband is a medic in a highly deployed unit. Memorial Day has never been some super exciting or happy holiday for our family.
It’s been hard explaining that to friends when they don’t understand why my parents or my husband don’t really respond well to the “Happy Memorial Day” posts on Facebook. I may just share this article this year instead!
A little late, but thanks!
My husband is away for military training and I’m on the way to the dr to hopefully get knocked up while he’s gone. (Typical Tuesday morning?) I’ve gotten negative AF through this whole thing and I actually really needed to read this!
I’ve been uncomfortable for a fictional person before, but I swear I had sympathy panic for Todd at the end of this.
I never knew just how uncomfortable I could be for another person until just now. Or how happy I would be at a fictional persons demise.