E just called to let me know his orders came in to the command today. He (we) are supposed to report to San Diego in March. I think after that he said something about how this isn’t definite yet and they’re still fighting the move and his boat really wants to keep him and if we HAVE to move he can probably get shore duty because he skipped his last rotation, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was too busy imagining what moving 3000+ miles while 9 months pregnant will be like.

I can be a fairly moody person even when I am not pregnant. Stop laughing. No really, knock it off. For the past 3 months I think I’ve done pretty well, considering how hormonal I could be. No random breakdowns, no irrational, unprovoked outbursts, no crying at cable commercials. Today, I want to punch someone. I am not looking forward to going to work and trying to fit four days worth of work into 6 hours. I am not looking forward to questions about how I am feeling or comments on how I’m really starting to “look like a mommy” (direct quote, WTF does that mean anyways???). I am not looking forward to the problems I am sure no one has even tried to fix, like putting new ink in the copy machine or a typoon the website. I know I am just whining at this point and I don’t really want to be that person, but I REALLY don’t want to end up screaming at my coworkers for taking my gluestick and not putting it back. My couch never takes my gluestick. Maybe having a crazy, hormonal, pregnant woman in the office will finally convince my boss it’s time to start looking for a replacement. Or at least buy a larger supply of gluesticks.