Off and on today I've been crying just like yesterday. It's funny, I mean, Mark JUST got back from North Carolina a couple of weeks ago. He was there for about 2 1/2 weeks. I really thought for sure that I'd handle this better than I am. But it's weird how it already feels different. It feels significantly less temporary than the trip to Camp LeJeune. I mean, certainly it's nothing permanent this time around either, but it's absolutely longer. Technically, it could potentially be like his trip to North Carolina times 16 or something.  I don't know.

I made myself a "count up" ticker. Count down tickers are bad OPSEC and I don't have a clue when he'll be home anyways. So a count-up ticker at least gives me something to do. I can celebrate my own progress.
Wow, a whole one day.  Go me.  But whatever.  Progress is progress.  Seems like just the other day I was pregnant and now I've got a nearly-three-month-old.  Time flies, I know it does.  I just need to try to have fun.  Which, when you feel this miserable, is much easier said than done.