good times

Maybe this will bring back "fond" memories to those of you that have been through this already. My husband (HF) is currently in the academy and doing well. He is getting into excellent shape, but right now he is like a beaten man. He comes home bruised and battered, and is sore, sore, sore! If I touch him it hurts, if he moves it hurts. Everything just hurts. It's kind of sad. We're quite the pair right now. He is sore and tired from his brutal schedule (he works graves and goes to the academy), and I am sore and tired because I am home with 3 little ones, one that is fairly brand new. When we get a few moments together, or when he is here overnight on his 2 days off, we are too tired to make out. It's so sad. I can't wait for this to be over. I go to my happy place a lot. It's somewhere sunny with an ocean. I lay on the hot sand listening to the waves crash. I'm serious. I really do this.

When HF is home for a few minutes or couple hours on a good day, our conversations are all about the law, or he is practicing arrest control. Each scenario begins with something like, "Come at me like you've got a knife". Sometimes he does dry fire drills. He brings home his targets so I can see how well he shoots. He's good! A couple nights ago he came home and said he was given a nickname. "Sultan of swing". I guess he did some impressive swinging of the baton. Yesterday they got to practice using the breathilizer on volunteer "drunks". He said I need to let him practice on me.

All in all, I still feel the same way. Excited for him to be doing what he feels is the right career choice, confident that he will be safe and protected. A lot of my faith and devotion to God has a lot to do with that, but I really don't have many issues with his choice in career. Maybe some of you are thinking, "Oh, but you will". I guess we'll see.

baby steps to May

My husband (Hot Fuzz) was born to be a cop. He's waited a long time to do this. He's 30 years old, and has sacrificed a lot. We both finished our 4 year degrees and started a family. We just had our 3rd child in October, and he will finish the academy in May. He's at the top of his class, an excellent shooter, already has a job lined up, and looks super hot in his Sam Brown belt. A lot of people ask me if I'm worried about him being cop, and you know what? I'm actually not. I know this is what he was meant to do and he's waited a long time to do it. I have faith and confidence in his ability and feel certain that he will be watched over and protected. I love the support I've found out there for police wives and love the family nature of his department he will be working for. I'm looking forward to all the opportunities he will get. The only thing I don't like right now is how little we see him. He works a full time job as a dispatcher right now from 11 pm to 7 am and then sleeps until 3:30 pm, wakes up, showers, eats, and then heads to the academy until it's time for him to go to work again. He is so busy and so tired. I am tired because I have a 6 year old, a 3 year old, and a 2 month old. I'm not getting much sleep either. So baby steps to May when life will settle down somewhat.

today

1. Are you going to watch LOST tonight? I'm so excited!

2. I think I'm going bald. Whenever I comb my hair or take a shower or just run my fingers through my hair, it's like major major clumps of hair come out. I looked it up online and I guess it's normal for the first 3-6 months after delivery. While looking it up online, I saw that doctors removed a 10 pound hairball from an 18 year old girl's stomach. It was DISGUSTING. I guess she ate her hair for years and that's what happened. Now we know that hair cannot be digested incase you were wondering.

3. It's been 3 weeks so far without having Hot Fuzz around. It's going alright actually! I think I've imagined how horrible it would be, that it's not that bad so far.

4. I'm so tired I am seeing spots. I'll think it's a bug or a mouse, but it's just my eyes seeing spots. Has that ever happened to you? Daisy will wake me up and I won't even realize that I had been asleep. Some of the positions I've woken up in? Sitting straight up on the couch biting my tongue. Leaning forward having a conversation with Hot Fuzz and my brother with my hands under my chin. The best ones are when Hot Fuzz gets home from work. He'll find me sitting up in bed with my hand reaching over to turn off the lamp. The lamp is still on. Or, sitting up in bed, slumped over, holding my cell phone mid text. I've also woken up with my elbow in the baby's eye.