New Morning, A New Day

I'm tired of the Navy. I want out. I want Michael out. We want to go home to Denver, where we belong. We don't like California and California doesn't like us. And you know what? We're perfectly okay with that. I have my pregnancy orders now; I check in on Tuesday since Monday is a holiday. Michael's homecoming is back up the f*cking air again and I hate it. I was hoping he'd be home for the ultrasound appointment. It doesn't look like he will be. It's bullsh*t. I love him and I want him home.

... weeks now. I'm still fucking tired. I want to go home and sleep. I don't have my pillow at work otherwise I'd try and sleep here. So much for that idea. I was hoping to be able to talk with Michael via email today but it doesn't look to be likely. It's bullshit.

That's kinda, sorta how I feel at the moment. Michael is so far away right now. My friends are so far away right now. Michael's mother is staying with us for awhile. She and her shi-zu, Angel. I miss Michael. I want him back home... now. I'm into my second trimester now, 13 1/2 weeks or so. I'm really excited and I'm anxiouosly awaiting the energy boost I'm supposed to have this trimester. Emails from Michael have been few and far between lately. I guess the server went down where he is and it just messed everything else up. He called me yesterday, which was nice. It was good to hear his voice; I've gone so long without hearing it.