I have been telling everyone Ladson was coming home in March. Not anymore. I just got a call from him. He was suppose to come home the beginning of March and take command of a company. Translation for non military...be in charge of a section of the Army (I guess that's the best way to describe it) He was just informed by his commander (for those non military that means his boss) that they need him for a different job. Oh the military life. Gotta love that. We don't know what or where we are going to end up. Ladson is now suppose to go to Virginia for school but with me being pregnant I don't think that's going to happen. He is suppose to report the end of July in Virginia and moving a 16 months old and a newborn half across country just isn't a good idea. Our plans have changed and who knows when they will be concrete. Probably never. I am not liking this indecisiveness. Why can't people make their minds up and stick with it. Now I feel that I shouldn't tell people what we are going to do because it changes so much. I had hope Ladson was coming home early. If anyone should know I shouldn't get my hopes up. I had a plane ticket to go home but now I have to do some sweet talking and see if I can get my money back..Yeah right. Driving the 17 hour drive is something I really don't want to do right now but I have to. I am sorry for the people I told but right now I don't know where I am having this baby and I don't know where I (we) will be living for the next 2 years.
Who knows what will happen tomorrow.
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