Running Army Wife

Korea. We are moving there. WHAT. I had gotten to this great place where I was happy not knowing where we were moving yet. They kept on pushing back the date when we would find out, so I just decided I would be cool with it.  The Army will tell us when the Army tells us. As soon as we find out, it will get more stressful (It did) . Let me just bask in the ignorance for a while.  I was pretty dang smug about how patience I was being. Then last Monday, James had the day off work. He got back from his run and while he was in the shower, his phone exploded with texts. Everyone in his squad was sending in a group text that people were finally get the email . So people continued to get emails all morning. And we waited. I think I told James to hit refresh on his email about 50 times. And I realized that since other people knew, I was no longer cool with not knowing. We ended up not finding out until the next afternoon. Somehow we were one of the very last to find out. J...

Today, Jensen turns 7 months old. And today, James will interview for his next assignment and location. Together, we ranked a list of jobs at different Army bases 1 to 25. They will place James at one of those locations, depending on where they think he (and the rest of his captain's career course classmates) fit best. In a little over 2 months, we will be packing up to move to one of those places. Some of those places are overseas. Some of them are in the middle of nowhere. None of them are very close to family in Chicagoland (the closest, I believe, is a 6 hour drive). We have no idea which one yet. Four years ago, when I waited outside some gates, waiting for James to come out of Ranger School, I talked to a veteran Dad waiting for his son. He promised me that "life will eventually calm down." After nearly 8 months of living apart and phone calls and letters from the field, I didn't really believe him. We got placed at James's first assignment and he almost...

I finally caved and read "The Fault In Our Stars" like everyone else and their mom, and there was a line I particularly loved: "I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."   For me, that was how I feel in love with my baby boy. And I'm just going to warn you right now. This post is pretty dang sappy.  It was different with my husband. James and I had high school crushes on each other that God helped us bake into something more substantial. We've got a crock pot love. With Jensen, I very slowly started to fall in love when I saw him on the ultrasound and then BAM. When I held him in my arms for the first time, the feeling in my heart was explosive and fierce.  In a marriage, you have faith and hope that your spouse will stay with you until death do us part. With a child, you love them knowing that they will very most likely leave you someday. I've tried to explain to a few friends without kids how I feel about J...

I wouldn't say that this is the absolute most difficult time of my life so far.. because I've been through my husband being deployed. But this is definitely up there. Holy cow. Being a mom is hard. I'm working part-time (20 hours/week) from home now. When I worked that out with my supervisors (who are AWESOME btw), I kind of imagined a little work there, a little Netflix here, tend to my adorable baby when he's not napping, nap a little myself, keep the house looking Pinterest clean, and train for a half marathon or marathon on the side. Also, take a class in web development, keep teaching myself guitar, and try so very hard to spend a little time opening my Bible once a day. Oh, and start blogging again.  You're probably already laughing right now. Especially if you're a mom.  Of the above, in the 5 months that my baby has been alive, here's what I have figured out how to fit in my day:  1) Get my 20 hours of work done. 2) Keep the baby aliv...

I'd really like to start blogging again, so here goes. Life has been a little crazy since Jensen was born. We've moved to a new location and I've started working from home. On Mother's Day, I did my first race since having Jensen(which you may have already seen if you follow me on instagram). Oh.. it felt good to race again. Even if it was slower than before. I thought running while being pregnant was hard, but trying to run after the baby has been born has presented a whole new set of challenges. Is it worth it? Oh so very much so. That doesn't make it any easier. This post isn't really about anything in particular other than to say that I'm back. I hope. I'm going to really try. Maybe since my mileage is picking back up, my blogging can too. Also, I'm playing around with my web development and this blog needs a makeover. You may see some other changes here soon. Love love love, Amy PS: My husband got home early from work and I asked hi...

I was not one of those women that just wanted the pregnancy to be over. I was still feeling pretty good at 40 weeks. I hadn't been able to run in a while, but I was still walking and staying active. I knew my baby boy was comfortable below my heart, and told him I would just prefer that he get here before Christmas (he was due December 18th), so that I could enjoy a mimosa that morning.  I went to work on Thursday the 18th, his due date. I hadn't felt anything that made me think labor was close, so I figured I would work until my mom flew in that day. On Friday the 19th, I went to a doctor's appointment to schedule the day that we would induce labor, which I hoped we wouldn't have to do. I was dilated to 2 centimeters, 80% effaced. The doctor did a membrane sweep, and I immediately started feeling more uncomfortable and more regular contractions (I had been feeling braxton hicks for weeks).  We went to bed that night, and at 3am, I woke up with more painful ...

I know. I said I would update more often. But truthfully, I've physically started writing a blog post at least 4 times, only to get discouraged and not post. "Fit pregnancy" has been hard, ya'll. First I had really low blood pressure in the first trimester. That has thankfully gotten better, but then I started to get a pain in what felt like a groin muscle pull that radiated up into my back. Come to find out, this is something that many pregnant women experience (even non-runners). It's called  pelvic girdle pain , and it might not go away until after the baby is born. I'm pretty disappointed. I was talking to my mom about it over the phone and I found myself crying when I told her I might just have to stop running after I had a particularly painful run that morning. This might have been mostly because of hormones.. but still a huge disappointment! So I've had to adjust my expectations. Again. I had this idea that I would tally up all the miles that ...