Frustration and other things

So Im finally at the point where I absolutley HATE John working nights and sleeping during the day. It seems like we never see eachother anymore. I honestly don't understand how woman can be married to men in the armed forces. They don't get to see them for months sometimes years. And I can barely get through the night. Power to those women. Maybe it's just the emotional part of the pregnancy because sometime I just wanna kill him and be away from him but then again I try and keep him from going to work at night. At least I have a dog right? If it weren't for Ryder I would never sleep and probably sit on my bed with a gun in my hand. He's my little protector even though a lizard could probably take him on. But at least it helps me sleep. John has been takling to the HR people at his work about new positions opening during the day so that he is not only away from acid but also home at night. It just seems like it's taking years to do so. I guess I need to learn how to be patient. Enough about that. How about a baby update? So we went in last week (16 weeks) for a gender check. It was so awesome to see my own baby. Words can't explain. It was finally a reality for me. I would post a picture but I don't have a scanner and it doesn't look good when I take a picture of it. After we looked at our little alien the tech asked if we should try and see what we are having. So we looked and so far it appears to be a boy. Although she said that baby could be a girl and she's just swollen. But we should know in like 3 weeks. So when we got out to the car John looked at me and said "I guess we have to start thinking about boy names." I just looked at him and said no. We already have a girl name and that was hard enough. But we have had that name for a while now. Before we found out I was pregnant. So yea. We have been looking but the ones I like the most John likes the least and vice versa. But we have a while togo so I guess we will keep thinking.

Update

So we have been back to the doctors twice now since last time. We went back at 12 weeks to hear the heartbeat, which by the way the baby was being a stinker and didnt want us to hear. The doctor would pick it up and not move and all of a sudden it was gone and we had to search again. When she was finally able to get it and keep it there it was so amazing to hear my baby's heartbeat. Then we went two days ago for our 14 week. And as they say 14 weeks is the magical week because the nausea is gone. Which I am beyond happy about. When we were there the doctor was listening to the heartbeat when all of a sudden some kid next door started screaming like someone was killing him. So it made both the doctor and I laugh and she explained that he was 9 and was gettting shots which he hates. But everytime he screamed we just couldn't help but laugh. It was so hard to actually focus and try and listen. When we were about to leave John asked if there was anyway we could get an ultra sound to see the baby and she said we would have to pay $25 for it. He's like thats not bad. Lets do it. So in another two weeks we go bad for that and in four weeks we go back for a normal check up.

Aslo the other day at John's work something went wrong with the acid and it blew up and fumes were everywhere. So Im at a friends and i get a picture of it and then a call and he says "I'm in the hospital but dont worry." Ok so when your husband calls and says that of course you worry. So he explained it all to me and said that he was brought in because they didnt no the exstent of the damage it could have caused. So I go to the hospital to see him and he's hooked up to iv's and an oxygen tube and they are checking him every hour to make sure he's ok. It was so scary for me. I just looked at him said glad your ok but I hate your job. Please try switching a.s.a.p. I felt so bad though because he had to be there till 9 am and I was way too tired to stay and so I left. And of course it took me a while to get to sleep and I had bad dreams about him being in there and really sucked. But Im glad to report that he is doing good. When he went to work the next day people were happy to see that he still had his arms and face. Apparently someone thought they got blown up. I love how people change stories. And I thank God that thats not the case at all.

I love my John and would not be the same if it werent for him. Hes The best thing to EVER happen to me.