08-3-2010 - Ugh.

My mood while writing this blog: Pissy

"Human error" stepped in, as my husband so blithely puts it.

He's been trying to get back into the military. He tried for two years and each recruiter he contacted, they eventually let him go because his medical records went missing, and he never got a copy due to being rushed through his discharge procedures. He has a shoulder injury, and the military wants to be ABSOLUTELY SURE he can use the shoulder so they can bar him from ever claiming disability.

So, he gets with this new recruiter, who he's positive will be able to help him. And, the guy actually does his job. They find his medical records, and the recruiter schedules him to go to MEPS this week.

The human error comes in the form of the lady who found the medical records just sort of....disappearing off the map entirely. The last contact the recruiter got from her was last week, where she said she'd send the medical records ASAP so we could finally get on with this parade. So, here it is, two days before he's supposed to be heading off to MEPS with a completed packet, and no medical records. The recruiter tells us he's been working with the lady's assistant, but that it might take another three weeks to get him to MEPS.

Hubby insists this is no big deal. I disagree. My entire life is on hold right now because I don't know if we'll be here for another 6 months or if they'll want to ship him out to his unit right away. I don't know if I'll be giving birth here, I don't know if it's worth trying to find an apartment if a month later we'll just have to pack up and leave, and aside from that, I'm beyond terrified I'll have to give birth here. I hate my doctor. I don't want to travel with a newborn. I haven't signed up for any childbirth classes yet. I haven't toured my hospital. What's the point, if I won't be here to give birth? And frankly, I don't even want to give birth at a hospital. I was hoping to be out of here soon so I could meet with a midwife in my new area and possibly arrange a homebirth. Well so fucking much for that happening. I can't make ANY PLANS because I don't know where or when we'll be going! So yes, three weeks is a big fucking deal!

No, there's no guarantee that MEPS will have any of those answers. But at least it would have been a step in the right direction. We just keep getting stalled right at this point, and it's frustrating. My hubby hates his job. I have to listen to him bitch for hours about the drama at work, he and I both have to get up at 5 in the morning so he can drive for an hour to get to his job, and if I don't get up with him, he starts having anxiety and panic attacks. He's working 6 days a week, 12 hour days, and is getting paid about $6 an hour if you break it down, because he's paid on commission. Oh, and his boss doesn't even cover HALF of the gas it costs to get back and forth every day. His customers are insane, and he's been sick about 5 times since starting this job about 6 months ago, because people are disgusting and he has to go into their houses.

AAAAAAUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I'm going to go CRAZY. What an awful situation....I want to start my life over, and we've got our hopes on the military to be able to do that. We'll get a house (he was an NCO when he left), our insurance and the baby will be covered...why do I get the feeling that we'll be traveling a week after Balian is born, and I'll be having to deal with a newborn while trying to organize and pack and move? Or, I'll fucking go into labor on the way! I just want to know what's going to happen so I can try to plan for it. That's not so much to ask, is it?