This was a very difficult month for both of us. On January 1st, Kim and her Daddy took Troy to the airport at around 7 p.m. to board his flight bound for Iraq. I held it together up until the moment he got on his knees to kiss my 6 week pregnant belly.
Six months might as well had been 6 years at that moment. I couldn't bear the thought of sleeping without him, of going more than a day without his amazing affection, and most importantly of experiencing this pregnancy alone.
The next morning, Daddy and I headed southeast for Mississippi, which is where I would live for the next seven months, where I would be close to family to support me during my pregnancy, and where our first son would be born.
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