I haven't written in a while because really all I have to talk about is being pregnant, alone, and lunching with friends. There's not a whole heck of a lot going on with being knocked up right now other than puking a few times last week, a constant headache, crazy dreams, tight pants, bigger boobs, and hormones that make me cry and yell at my deployed husband. (Yeah, I'm a bad person.) So maybe there is a bit going on.
Of course there is also Army drama. Apparently trying to nail down redeployment leave is like, totally mind-blowing for Joe's company. Annnnd, the time frame they just changed the dates to is almost jammed right up against their return window. Sooooo, if we want to take an oconus trip to France, we (Joe) has to have enough time to get extra shit done and some meeting. Blah blah blah. Basically, this is as close as we've ever come to taking our big trip, and it is turning in to one big headache. I can't handle it, and when Joe calls me tonight, I'm going to break his heart and tell him I don't want to go. I mean, the stress of planning a trip shouldn't outweigh the fun of actually taking the trip, right? To me it's not worth it. I would rather go buy a maternity bathing suit and lay on a beach somewhere within driving distance, eating seafood at my leisure.
With all that, I've pretty much eaten my feelings tonight. This evening I had rotisserie chicken with mac and cheese, as well as a later snack of doritos and then some oreo ice cream blast thing I went and bought. Needless to say, I don't feel too great right now and am now sipping on some lemon lime gatorade to smooth things over. The house is a half wreck. I cannot get it cleaned up all at once, and really I don't care. In my slightly depressed little mind, I keep thinking this is what I got well for? The fever aside, laying in bed sick all day wasn't that bad... I need my husband to come home. PS. The reason they changed the leave dates is so they'll have time to go to a two week training away from home right after they return from leave.
Soul-crushing.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Man, if we lived closer I would totally eat my feelings and Army bash with you. I'm so annoyed right now. Bleh! I hope you can take your big trip though. And eff that noise of him leaving right after he gets home. LAME.
Hey, its your blog, talk about whatever you want! I can't speak for everyone, but I'd LOVE frequent pregnancy updates :) What a blessing Katie! I've only been a mom for 2 days, but I can tell you, you have SO much to look forward to! Document your journey so you can look back on it.
I'm sorry things sort of suck otherwise :( I hope things work out.
The Army sucks. Sorry to hear about your vaca being a pain to plan. And as for the clean house- don't worry. Near the end of your pregnancy you'll start nesting and the house will be spotless! Funny story- when I was going through that phase, Justin came home from work one day to find me up on a ladder cleaning the ceiling! Yeah. Right now, you need to rest so your little lemon can grow! And please update about the pregnancy! That's the best part!
Post a Comment