What a crazy, crazy week.

So...Paul has been working all this week (as he does every week, lol) but of course, with 12 hour shifts we just do.not.see.eachother. End of story. Unless I were to switch my schedule to being away at night, and I do not adjust well to schedule changes. Especially when it would only give me an hour or less with my husband more. Anyways, I SURVIVED. There were lots of tears.

I'm pregnant.

There were lots of "I hate this and we are getting out of the Air Force asap."

Once again: I'm pregnant.

Basically, it was the type of week that if anything could go wrong, it did. For instance, something happening to my phone and me having no way to contact anyone, including my husband, if there was an emergency while he was gone. That, in and of itself was an emergency. You see...pregnancy and being alone just makes me feel really vulnerable. The second thing to happen: My sweet Marley escaped me when I was walking her and Dash. While Paul was gone. And there I was, trying to keep one dog in tow while running after the other...when pregnant. Not fun.

And the next exercise will be for even longer when I will be 34 weeks pregnant. Ummm, DOES ANYONE WANT TO COME TAKE CARE OF ME FOR THAT TIME?? lol. I'm needy and I know it. Don't judge.

Paul and I are starting to think that this military stuff just isn't for us. It's a little too late for that, I guess, but we have options. Just alot to work through to figure out "What next?" I'm the first one to say "Get me out of here!!" with my husband next in line to admit he's not crazy about being here (at this base) dealing with the stuff that goes on here. We live. We learn. And to top it all off, I missed the one concert that I go to every single year. We tried to go late, but the doors were already closed and they weren't letting anyone else in. I just love Paul's schedule. Or not. One thing I hate about pregnancy is my inability to cope with things that I used to be able to dust off my shoulder. The emotions are ridiculous, plain and simple. I get mad. I cry. I get sad. I cry. I feel happy. I cry. I feel overwhelmed. I cry. I cry. I cry. And I cry some more. Goodness!! Other than that, pregnancy is great. Cheers!

Because my husband loves me, he may be taking me to Oklahoma City tomorrow to see the concert that we missed tonight. It will be amazing to get away from the madness that is Shreveport, La. Tomorrow is the Mardi Gras parade. I want nothing to do with it. I hate La right now. lol.

So anyways, that's my venting blog. Now I need to recover for our trip next week. Can't be a basket case when I'm home, can I? Nope, no I can't.