ORDERS!

Well. Three days ago, husband got his orders. His first duty station will be in the beautiful state of North Carolina at Camp Lejeune. I can't believe it took me this long to remember that I have a blog ABOUT the marines and this absolutly falls the related catagory.
Good news, we will be CONUS. Bad news, he is attached to an infantry unit.
Helpful hint to new ladies; CONUS refers to the continental USA, everything except alaska and hawaii. OCONUS is anywhere overseas. Alaska, Hawaii, or any other post you have to swim to is considered oconus.
Anyways. We have begun the process of pcsing. My stress levels are already through the roof. So much paperwork. I filled out less for college! But I am extremely glad to finally have a plan(ish) instead of this awful limbo. I doubt I will be a huge fan of Lejeune, but at least its better than 29 Palms!
Working on seeing the glass half full. Hopefully full of tequila or rum!

Orders never showed.

My husband told me yesterday that his entire class got orders, except for him and two other guys. Some idiot in admin thought they were reservists. What really bites is that if he HAD gotten his orders, we would be going to hawaii to be part of a logistics batallion.

Now we still dont have orders, dont know when he will, etc. Just another day in this hellish lifestyle. Im glad for the security of it all, but its really getting to me. It seems like, if something is going to go wrong, its going to happen to the husband.

In other news, after a bit of snooping on my part, I found out that my husband and mother in law were trash talking me over facebook while we were having an argument. So I am trying to forgive my husband, because I understand that its easy to get frustrated. However, I am holding a grudge against his mother, who has been uninvited to Thanksgiving tomorrow. Suffice to say, its a tense situation between Danny and I.

OH! Grayson is rolling and is able to sit up with barely any support. Good things are afoot for my little boy.

I want him OUT!

I am thirty-four weeks along today and I am sick and tired of being pregnant. This kid constantly has his feet jammed into my ribs or his head pressing on my bladder and I am at the end of my rope! If this kid doesn't get out of me soon, Im going to blow a gasket. I am dying for a full nights sleep or even the ability to eat a meal without feeling urpy because there is no room in my abdomen for my stomach.

On a happier note, I finally got a letter from my hubby today. He is enjoying Camp Pendelton so far but is surprised how dusty and dirty it is. I suppose it makes sense since CP is partially in the Mojave Desert, but its unfortunate for him because he and his platoon have to do a ton of cleaning. He is starting to plan his way home though. He mailed both me and his mother concerning flight plans for his graduation date, even though its still about a month and a half away. His mother and I are butting heads about his travel though; she wants him to fly to where she lives and I want him to fly home. She has some baloney reason about money for it, but I know she just wants him to herself. Plus she was being really condescending tonight, not a way she usually treats me.

It was a really frustrating converstion. But the information to take away is that it is not up to the family to take care of travel for their recruit. He/she will have access to a travel agency and will either mail or call you to inform you of their travel plans, so you can plan accordingly.