I'm home, and I'm happy. Everything is going good.. my blood pressure is down a little, but more importantly it's not rising! The baby is coming right along and she moves like crazy everyday. We are absolutely broke but sort of sliding right on by, managing to stay out of the hole for once. My mom is coming up here and I told her there is no way in hell that her husband was welcome in my home. It's one of the hardest things I've had to do, and it's even harder because she won't just respect my wishes (even though she fully understands), and keeps pushing me to allow him 'just this once'.
Scott is still injured, and we lost three guys. I went to one of their funerals this last week and cried like a baby. He left behind a wife and three children under the age of 5. I know how the men died but I'm going to keep it to myself, it's horrible and sad and it makes me angry at life.

I'm terrified of Scott going now. I was scared before, but now there is a bigger reality about it that I've been having to face.. and NOW they want me to let him go. I don't know what I'm going to do.