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Had a nice chat with the fellow ladies and it is nice to know that I am not the only woman around here that goes into cleaning over drive during deployment and forgets what it feels like to actually go to bed.

I am so tired, and I can't decide if the usual deployment habits are a good or a bad thing.

Having a clean house is good, and keeping a house clean when you have 3 kids working against you is even better, but... I probably shouldn't be doing too much house work. So, I know I have to ease up on this part of it and try not to do to much. Especially because I have official stepped into the "boo" part of my pregnancies.

20 to 32 weeks always has me on edge. But I haven't had any contractions or cramping or anything like that, so I am feeling good so far.

As for the lack of sleep, well I should be sleeping because it's important for functioning. I know if I don't get sleep I am going to regret it! Sleep is awesome! But on the otherside of that. If I stay in the never sleep routine than when Ivan gets here and doesn't let me sleep, it shouldn't effect me so much. Those endless nights of no sleep were the only thing I was really stressing over when I found out I was pregnant. Decisions, decisions.

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