I am a Ball of Stress.

Ay, ay, ay! There's so much on my mind right now and I don't know that the fact that THERE'S SO MUCH is what's bothering me or if it's the weight or whatever of what's bothering me that's bothering me the most. Yeah, try to make sense of that. I'm supposedly suppose to have gained five to ten pounds by this point in my pregnancy. I'm pretty sure I haven't gained it yet. It's not that I'm eager to be fat... well, maybe I am. I don't know. I just want to be healthy for the baby. My friend Alicia called me this morning and informed me that her husband informed her that the USS Stump, the ship Sam, and her husband, Rocco, are on is being decommissioned in October. Which means our husbands will be getting new orders and there is a chance that we have to move. Now moving is not particularly what stresses me. What stresses me that is if we have to move it will be either two months or one month before I'm due. Of course there are benefits to moving, but I'm not sure of the benefits of moving when I'm about ready to pop. I think I need to take a nap. Five hours of sleep and seven hours of work just isn't cutting it for me right now. Oy!