Doesn't the Marine Corps realize that there's a little person involved in this world now as they are jerking our chains around and changing their minds every 5 seconds to the point of confusing and freaking the hell out of me!
Apparently, Mike's commanding officer sat him down and told him there's a 75% chance that he will have a replacement and come home early. 75% chance?! 75 PERCENT?! What the heck is that supposed to mean? Are we supposed to be able to make plans around 75 freaking percent?!
At this point, I don't trust anything they tell us and I am almost desperately frightened of sticking around here even if they do tell us that there's a 100% chance that Mike has a replacement. If they change their mind... that would be it. Then I would be stuck here in San Diego and the only person other than Mike that I would want in the delivery room with me wouldn't be able to BE HERE... because she, like... works and everything. and I would be totally and completely royally screwed.
Trying to stay positive and not freak out. Trying desperately to go with the flow. but it's HARD, verging on impossible.
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