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Fly Time Fly

Hello cruel world. As of today we are quickly approaching the 19 week mark of pregnancy #4! Wow... we are also officially suffering through our 4th deployment! Wow again. They sure don't get any easier. My hands are going to be so full this time around. Come August I have two in school. I can hardly believe, when I look at kitty, that she is going to be a 1st grader! Where is the time going? Seems like just last week she was coming home from the NICU and I was figuring out this whole "mommy" thing. I must say, I think I got it down pretty good.

It is just as weird to think that Steven is just about half way done with his time in service. For all I know, the next time I blink we are going to be setting up for retirement with a 10 year old boy, 12 year old Boo, and two little girls bugging me to learn how to drive! What's that about? Life seemed to move so much slower when I was growing up, playing out on the front lawn with my brother and sharing a room. And its weird too because sometimes I look at myself and think "what the hell are you doing with all these kids?" hahaha I guess it is a good thing that I feel "too young" to be doing all the things life throws at me.

I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that we are going to be having a boy. It's insane. I'm very happy for Steven though, he needs someone to pick on, and I can't think of a better role model for a boy than him. He definitely has his life in order and is a part of that dying breed of "men worth knowing." I sure got lucky with this one!

I can't wait for the day that papa, uncle, and steven get to take Ivan fishing and have their first "guy time" together. Maybe that's only because it means we get all the men out of the house lol But that is a long way down the line, and today demands my attention. I have house to clean, and babies to cook breakfast for. So... until next time.

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