Three Down, One To Go

"Oh, your husband is in medical school? What year is he?"

Wait for it.


Wait for it.


. . .


"He's a fourth year."

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HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HA-LLE-LU-JAH!

Oh my gosh, we're here! Thank the Lord! We made it to the last year of medical school! (There will be lots of exclamation points in this post. Bear with me.)

In so many ways I can't believe it's finally here. But in other ways, I've been waiting for this for so long.

The hubby's last rotation in his third year was surgery--the one that everyone says is terrible, horrible, no good, and very bad. Also, the one my husband wants to go into. And can I just say, "What was everyone complaining about!?" The hubbs loved it! And I didn't notice much of a difference in the amount of time that we got to see him. I'm thrilled that my husband is passionate about what he wants to pursue in medicine.

Fourth year, here we come! Oh my gosh, will there really, truly be a real, true paycheck in a year!? Yes, ma'am! Let's hear it for fourth year! Woot woot! :)

(I may have done a yay-for-fourth-year dance in the living room. And I may have screamed for excitement on our walk this morning. Don't judge.)

!!!!!!!!!! :)