It started out last night when I could not fall asleep, I finally did, but woke after two hours and just lay there. I spoke to my husband (who if you didn't know is in Guam) around....7:00am this morning for a bit. I then started filling out more stuff in the baby book, as much as I am able without her actually being here yet (called the Dad in Law to get some of his family info) then finally went back to bed around 9:30am. I woke up around 2pm after what was actually a rather sound sleep for me. I only woke up once when my phone beeped. Normally...everything wakes me.
I then decided I needed to go to the bank and the store, but Amber was coming to clean poop so I waited. She came over followed by some admirers and introduced me as, "That's my Aunt Liz, she's awesome." :) That was pretty nice.
When she left I talked to the Mom in Law for more baby book stuff for her side and was going to take a nap rather than go out because I was sooo tired. Anemic still, and I really have not eaten much today. I was feeling kinda sick and nervous.
I lay there for a few minutes and then got up and went and picked up Amber to take her to Walmart with me because for some reason I have just been avoiding going and I needed her youth and energy to run around the store for me.
While at her house I talked to her parents and their friend and they told me that the diet food Sonny is on is what is making him fart so bad most likely. So her dad and his friend came over and were going to put it in the car for me to take to Walmart for exchange, but Walmart didn't want it back. So instead they took Sonny home with them for a play date.
On the way to Walmart, Amber and I called Petsmart and asked them if they would exchange the food for us. They agreed, four full bags, and the opened bag. So her dad is coming to load it tomorrow so I can take it there. (Chris stocked me up before he left since I'm in my last trimester and lifting that stuff is not really a good idea.)
Also today, I texted Chris about a half dozen times because of the animals. Something isn't right with the dog besides his farts, and the vet thinks it may be a thyroid issue, and Luna has been puking a lot more than normal. Sonny is going in two weeks because I want to make sure to have the money to cover whatever tests there are, and Luna is going tomorrow. I don't want to take either of them really, but Sonny isn't normal, and I'm tired of Luna barfing on everything. Amber's dad is also coming on the day Sonny has to go to the vet as the dog is so overweight that he cannot jump into the car on his own, and I of course cannot lift him.
All throughout all this...I've just felt OFF. I want my husband here, now, in my living room with me...or as it is now nearly one in the morning, snoring away in my bed.
Overall this deployment has been easy so far, nothing compared to the last one, even easier than when he was just an hour away for two weeks....but right now, I want him here.
I've also realized something rather strange about me today. I have a nightlight in my room, the main reason it is in there is so when I get up in the middle of the night, as I always do several times, I can see and not trip and wake up Chris. It's the third one I've had since I've been here, and after this one blew last night I will never buy one from the dollar store again, they don't last at all.
The thing about it is...when I stay other places, I can sleep in pitch black no problem, but in my own room, I need that light. I feel really restless, out of sorts, and kinda sad without it. When the second one blew, Chris was here, and I actually started crying because it made me miss him because I could not see him as clearly (he was leaving for FEX a few days hence). Fucked up, I know....I've never been like this before. So now...I just tried to sleep, and my nightlight is not working, my bed is empty and I am sad.
It's a very strange feeling filling me right now. I don't get it, I don't like it, I want my man home, my dog to lose weight and stop farting, and my cat to stop waking me up in the night (the last four nights she's made it a mission to annoy me all night long) and for her to stop puking. Is that asking too much? I don't think so. Oh...well...one more thing. I'd like to not be anemic anymore. I hate always being tired.
Happy 8 months!! Can't wait :)
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