This was a tough week. I mean, without Jerry, they are all tough.. but some are worse than others. I had to do the stupid Spouse Battlemind meeting, a.k.a. the Death Infomercial. I really get tired of it. The Army has made a point to train us all to recognize the signs that someone is going to commit suicide. Between you and me, though, the meetings make me want to jump off of a building.
I know its a real problem, but I think the Army likes to take a problem and beat it to death. There is such a thing as overkill. Seriously.
Anyway... I actually didn't make it to the Death Infomercial. (Darn.) Once again, I am not able to properly get my kid into hourly care here. Don't ask. I used to be competent at navigating bureaucracy. In fact, I got paid well to navigate bureaucracy for other people. But I can't simply put my kid into childcare here. This time it was because I am not psychic enough to know which of the 6 or 7 childcare buildings our FRG reserved for us for the meeting. By the time I got to the meeting and found out where hourly care was... let's just say I didn't have time to drive across the base to the childcare building and then back to the meeting. I'd have missed it totally. I went back and looked at all of my information, too. No where does it say which building the childcare is in. No. Where.
The next day, I had my allergy testing. Fun. I'm still allergic to the same things. Shocker. However, this is where the major part of the bad week happened.
I have to decide if I want to have a baby now or start the allergy shots. If I get pregnant and am not already on the shots, I cannot start them until after the baby is born. In my allergist's exact words "I just don't mess with pregnant women." Nice... lol
So either I start the shots and wait until say January or February to try to get pregnant.... or I wait on the shots. The funny thing is that this decision is a no-brainer for both of my sets of friends, military & non-military, but the 2 have opposite answers. My Non-military friends don't see a problem with waiting to try to get pregnant. "What's a couple months? No big deal. Just wait."
My military friends, however, are hands down on the Baby first side of things. You know why? There is 1 very fundamental reason. Jerry has to be here for me to try for the baby, but I can have allergy shots without Jerry. Jerry is going to deploy again next year. We know that. It got confirmed, yet again, at the Doom & Gloom fest that I didn't go to. (Sheryl went back and caught the meeting at one of the other sessions.)
So the simple fact is... the baby wins. Baby first, then allergy shots. I can have allergy shots after Jerry leaves. I can't get pregnant without Jerry here. (Don't say it. Not gonna happen.)
And a few extra months is just a luxury we don't have. :(
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