Shortly after the birth of my second son, I met a man. He was a nice man and didn’t really seem to have any hang ups.
Apparently he liked me and he moved in with me when my youngest son was only a couple months old. We lived together for several months and quickly became engaged.
It was at this point that I became pregnant. Unfortunately, this man had a burning desire to join the army, and as he was quickly approaching the upper age limit (27 years old), and his test scores were such, that when the Army offered him a temporary waiver for the test and and a spot in the infantry, he just couldn’t pass up this once in a lifetime chance.
What he didn’t count on was my reluctance to quit my 5 year job with the County and to leave my entire family and move to OKLAHOMA for goodness sakes! For the infantry! Not too smart.
He got the news in December and I dropped him off with the recruiter at the end of February. I did NOT look back. Our daughter was four months old.
I can’t wait to tell you about my daughter. I have had comments asking about her and I will have plenty to say about her, you can count on it. But this is a story about brothers.
At this point in my life I found myself with an 8 year old son from my first marraige, a 2 year old son born out of wedlock, and now, a 4 month old daughter also born out of wedlock. If you hadn’t guessed, the wedding between HER father and I was O-F-F!
I should probably tell you this. My daughter’s father really did believe he would be able to talk me into coming to Oklahoma after he finished his basic training. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
About this time, an old friend from high school starts hanging around. Not just any old friend. It is the same guy I dated after my first son was born.
This is a guy that was my best buddy all through High School. We grew up on the same street. I met him when he moved to our town in 8th grade at the morning bus stop (as mentioned in previous post). That is another story of it’s own!
Long story, but here’s important part-he proposed to me within a couple of months. There is one stipulation. He wants another child. Let me tell you this-He has a seven year old daughter from his first marraige. I have three already – the last two are only 20 months apart. Another baby? Is he crazy? You bet he is.
He wants another son. I agreed. Who’s the crazy one? I will say this-I really, really, really did NOT want to have another baby. I was tired…of being pregnant, of not sleeping through the night, of changing diapers, of making bottles, you get the picture!
Well, I caved.
We were married in August and I got pregnant within the month! Lack of birth control might have been the reason. Ya think?
Another brother?!
