Life has been beyond crazy. There has been so many things that have happened since the last time I wrote in here; most of which I don't want to blast out into the cyber world.

I'm back in Michigan until after I give birth to baby Connor. I only have five weeks left (yikes!) and so-o beyond scared! Hubs has gotten leave from November 1st until November 12. I absolutely HAVE to pop Connor out by the 12 in order for him to get his 10 extra days. Otherwise he'll have to go back to Maryland to check in off of leave, and then come back up here. It's very frustrating. So I'm going to ask this question:

If I ask my doctor and explain the situation to him, will he allow me to be induced so Hubs can be here for the birth? My due date is November 3, and everything has progressed nicely in the pregnancy. Connor has a strong heart beat and I'm growing at the right pace. I don't know what the criteria is to be induced, but I really want Hubs to be able to stay for the total amount of days.

Well, I have to say that the second half of this pregnancy isn't going as fast ast the first. I had anticipated it to be flying by. But the first half of my pregnancy was filled with an insane amount of doctors appointments... from OB to post-op. Every week there was something new that had to be done to me. Oh well, maybe the time going by slowly will help me de-stress about everything that I've been stressing about.

I think my Braxton Hicks have started. My stomach gets really, really hard for a couple of seconds. It doesn't happen often, maybe once or twice a day. It just feels like a rolling pin is going over the inside of my stomach.

I went to Target last night, and they had a lot of baby stuff on clearance. I didn't get much, just a really cute sleeper and 2 pairs of socks, for only $7.00. This was my first purchase for baby Connor. I had the $20 dollar gift card to use, so I put that on there. I love free stuff I can't wait until I get my retirement money back from Express, because there is a lot of stuff that we need to get. Not only for Connor, but for ourselves too. Hubs works at a bar on the weekends to make extra cash for us, and he recently started cooking breakfast in the mornings at the restaurant part of the bar. Every weekend he packs an old pair of shorts to wear back in the kitchen. Well, he was cleaning out his suitcase that he takes to the island (it's about an hour drive from our apartment so he just stays there on the weekends), and the shorts were thrown on the bed. I had asked him if they were dirty, and they weren't. So I decided to do laundry and noticed that he was wearing his good shorts while he was cooking. There were all sorts of disgusting grease stains on them, which aren't coming out in the wash at all (any ideas on how I can get this out?????). So, I'm going to get him some new shorts with some of that money.

Also, my ever-expanding ass needs a bigger pair of jeans. I'm really upset about it actually. Just four short days ago I was able to fit into them, and button them with no problems. Now I break out in a serious sweat trying to get them over my booty. It's very depressing. It's like I just blew up overnight. My goal is to lose all the baby weight super fast after Connor is born. The celebs can do it, so why can't I?? I bet Angelina is back to her anorexic self already, and she just popped out the twins a couple days ago. Lucky bitch.

And another thing... as I put on the baby weight, I feel it everywhere... from my ass, to my boobs, tummy, and my face. Angelina just looked like she had on one of those fake tummies and walked around with that for 9 months. What the hell is up with that? So not fair.

Tricare continues to be a pain in my ass. I tried setting up an appointment with my PCM, and they had NOTIHNG available. Why give me a PCM that I can't see? So I just went ahead and made an appointment at the Women's Clinic at the hospital again, and if Tricare decides to be asses about it, then I'll throw something at them. Maternity is 100% covered no matter what type of Tricare I have, so it shouldn't matter anyway. It's just going to be a big hassle with the bills and stuff but who cares. Making sure Connor is healthy is more important than making sure my insurance bills are in order. I can do that after he pops out.

Denying a pregnant woman of sex is like denying a pothead of some fabulous Blueberry Yum-Yum. Seriously. Since the ultrasound on Monday (which was my husband's first time seeing baby Connor on the ultrasound screen), he has gone on a "no-sex" gig. Meaning, he's afraid of traumatizing our kid. The ultrasound made it "real" to him, the fact that there is an actual human growing in my belly. He even made the comment, "It was a lot different when your stomach was flatter, I didn't have the visual reminder". (Which I took as, 'You're getting fat, I don't want to have sex with you.' It was a very hormonal night for me.)

Well, this happened Monday. This morning when he came home from his bar-bouncing job, I flat out told him, "You need to get over this whole 'no-sex' thing." And he went on and on about how it's his kid and blah blah blah and I said, "I don't care. You're going to get over it. So deal with it." He was taken aback by my bluntness on the whole situation, and mumbled some stuff and went to sleep. I'm not going to go the next 21 weeks (17 more weeks until term, then 4 weeks after delivery) with out sex. Especially when it's a great tool to induce labor. (If I had to choose between sex and castor oil, I'd choose the first.) He can do it, easily, since he goes on 7 month deployments at a time and has an insane porn collection on his "Iraq Hard Drive". I, however, have been spoiled in the past 16 months with him not having to deploy at all and having him home all the time. (That's how long I've known him...)

So, anyone have any roofies I can buy?? Really though, he's going to just have to man-up to the whole deal. Because the next 5 months are NOT going to be a dry-spell for me.