More pregnancy fun

Exhaustion has finally set in. I feel like I can't do anything because I'm so tired all the time. The apartment is a wreck, I haven't cooked in weeks, I curl up and nap at every chance... It's really getting annoying.

I've been looking into hiring a housekeeper to at least help keep the mess under control. Even for a few weeks just so it gets to a point where it is manageable.

Since we will probably be moving soon, we've begun packing up all of our extra crap. In order to store the crap, I have to clean out the storage closets. Ugh!

It's hot, it's dirty and I don't want to do it.

The sad thing is, this place isn't as much of a mess as when The Roommate lived here. I don't know if we subconsciously make more of an effort since it's just us or if it's just easier now. Either way, we've got to step up our game a little. I can't make My Husband do everything-- that isn't fair.

My Husband doesn't want to get rid of anything just yet because when we move, we get paid for the amount of weight that we have. The more crap, the more money. It's really a no brainer. We just need to make sure that we can fit it all in one truck so we don't have to make more than one trip or it will end up costing us more than it is worth.

On a side note, My Husband's family has decided that they are going to come out here a few weeks after my parents so that they can spend time with their grandbaby. Originally it was going to be his grandmas and his parents but the grandmas decided to come out later so that his parents could have more time with us.

It's no secret that his parents and I don't get along.

Since the grandmas aren't coming, they want to stay with us for the however many days they are going to be here.

Um... no?

I'm going to be half crazy, exhausted, and probably still incredibly protective of my baby. This is a recipe for disaster! I can just see things going pretty well until one of us beheads the other. Like The Highlander, there can be only one.

My Husband and I both have Alpha personalities. We tend to take charge even when we don't really want to. Because we have an awesome relationship, we compromise in equal portions and everything works out fine. His mom is also an Alpha. She does not give up, no matter who she is up against.

We have fought more than I care to admit.

I do not want to have a hostile environment because I want us all to be able to look at each other without thinking of the many ways we could their life.

On the other hand, when my parents come out here, I want them to stay with us. They do not have a lot of money and it is going to cost them a lot to come out here. My dad is on disability from workman's comp right now and my mom is going to have to take paid time off since she has used all of her vacation time taking care of my Mammaw, who has been in the hospital for about a month.

My Momma doesn't want to impose and has a backup plan to rent out one of her friends timeshare's if we decide that having them here is too much.

We both love my parents and we all get along just great. Momma doesn't mind letting me take control in my house and she is more than happy to help out wherever she feels like she can. I know that having them here will make things easier on us, not harder.

It is very hypocritical of me to say that my parents can stay but his can't.

Honestly, just the fact that our parents aren't going to be out here at the same time should give some indication as to the relationship we all share.

I should also point out that my family typically does not hold grudges. We get mad, we fight, we get over it. That's our circle. I don't know how many times me and Momma have locked horns but I can't imagine going more than a few days without talking to her.

I secretly think that he only reason his mom is even talking to me is because I'm the vessel for her grandchild (on more than one occasion she has slipped up and called it her child)

Maybe I'm just being cynical and overdramatic (I'm on Zoloft so I really don't think that I'm just being a debbie downer) and maybe everything will be just fine.

Who knows. Either way it'll be one hell of a blog entry.

This may break all my rules of anonymity...

People truly can bitch about anything. Lately, there have been lots of people protesting outside My Husband's base. Are they protesting the war? No. Decisions made by the president? Nuh uh. Poor quality health care for the enlisted? Nope.

They're protesting the Predator. If you don't care to read the link, basically it's a small, unmanned, remote controlled, plane that assists in the war effort while the pilot remains here.

The protesters say that it dehumanizes war and leads to greater casualties.

Kay.... My Husband gets to come home every night.

They must have no idea how many soldier's lives have been saved thanks to the UAV program.

The different branches of the military all make fun of each other and everyone talks shit about the Air Force. They say that they are lazy and spoiled because they mostly don't have to do all of the grunt work that other branches get stuck with. It's totally not true, but whatever, we make fun of the Army and the Marines, so they can say whatever they want.

Every single military person I talk to always wants me to thank My Husband for the job that he's doing. They all personally know someone that wouldn't be here if it weren't for the UAV.

UAV's help us keep our troops out of places that would be incredibly dangerous on the ground. They don't eat, they don't sleep, so we always know that they are on target.

Yes, it does seem a little cowardly to use a small plane to kill people halfway around the world, but I would much rather someone call My Husband a coward than call him a hero on his tombstone.

Anyone that thinks we need to "down the drone to bring our troops home" needs to form a single file line at the recruiter's office and volunteer to fight the war up close and personal. Stop trying to kill My Husband when you are too chicken shit to take his place.

Snoogle, snoogle, snoogle...

I have just entered my third trimester and I am increasingly exhausted. I thought it was bad in the first few months when I would fall asleep mid sentence; now I can fall asleep mid blink.

When I sleep, I don't really rest because I'm too busy getting up to pee, rolling over, throwing the blankets off, grabbing more blankets, rearranging the pillows, shoving another pillow between my knees, keeping the cat off my face, and snuggling up to something since My Husband is working nights right now.

Enter the Snoogle.

Though I was still exhausted throughout the day, I slept soooo much better with my Snoogle. Rolling over is awkward but can be done fairly easily once you get the hang of it.

Oddly enough, NOW I'm starting to get all of those fun pregnancy symptoms that I got to skip- the morning sickness, fatigue, food aversion... It's very strange.

Just a few more months and I'll have a beautiful eating, screaming, pooping machine. I cant wait!