One month old and a vent

Ian turned one month old yesterday. I can't believe how big he is! He changes everyday. Sometimes if I smile at him, he'll smile back. It's not an all the time thing yet, but if I can get him when he's super alert AND in a good mood (a hard combination sometimes), he'll usually do it for me. So much fun. :)
I'm still amazed that he's mine. I don't think it's hit me yet. Yes, there is a baby here all the time; yes, I have to take care of him; yes, I completely adore him, but the thought that I have a baby is still a little weird. I'll get it, though. :)
He holds up his head on his own. I really don't have to support it at all when I hold him or pick him up. I think he has strong neck muscles. :) He is really great at his death grips on my hair, too--OUCH!
I'm a little sad about how fast he's growing, and at the same time, the bigger he gets the more he does and the more he interacts with me and seems to know who I am. I can't wait for the first time he gives me a huge grin just because he sees me. I want the "Yay, it's Mommy!" smile. Right now I pretty much just get the "Hehehe, I just pooped in your lap" smiles.
For the venting half of this, it's just a little thing. It makes me feel kind of bitchy, but I can't really help it. I've been using this message board since the beginning of my pregnancy, and now that we've all had our babies, we give advice and stuff on things to do with the babies. I had a buddy group for women who's hubby's aren't around much. I thought maybe it would help me to talk to people who have to do everything on their own, but it doesn't. It just pisses me off. I have to leave the group. It's not really fair to them for me to roll my eyes when I read what they say.
One woman wrote about how she was bawling her eyes out because her hubby left for a week. A freaking week, are you kidding me? I could do a week and not even realize it passed. And that's pretty much the longest stretch any of their hubby's leave for. A week. I just can't comment to that, I definitely can't say "Oh, I'm so sorry. I hope you're doing okay".
Hazen left for 2 1/2 weeks towards the end of my pregnancy and was gone for our anniversary. He is missing every big thing this year except for Ian's birth. Anniversary, Halloween (wouldn't care if it weren't Ian's first), Thanksgiving, Christmas, both our birthdays and Valentines. And ya know what? I'm doing just fine. So when someone complains about a freaking week in the middle of September, I just can't feel very sympathetic. I know it's petty and bitchy, but it just kind of blows my mind that someone can really be that upset over a week. Maybe I've just gotten too used to this crappy military thing, I don't know.
Another thing that is getting me is people giving me their unsolicited opinions. A girl I used to work with is very disapproving of me moving in with my dad. She said I need to keep my base housing because it costs too much not to (yeah, we're getting 5 months of BAH and NOT paying rent--how is that costing me too much??) and then she thinks it's not worth the BAH to lose my freedom. I really don't see me losing my freedom--I'm actually going to end up with quite a bit more. My dad and Suzy work Monday through Friday, the girls will be at school, and on weekends I have a thousand babysitters if I want to go out. It's sounding pretty cushy to me. I know having so many people around will probably bother me a little bit (I really enjoy my alone time) but I think the help is going to completely outweigh any negatives. And it will be so nice to have adults around.
Moving in 8 days--I cannot wait.