Sunday, August 25, 2013

14 Weeks

Nothing terribly exciting has happened. We moved to a new apartment, being on the first floor is vastly better than being on the third. Gibbs was a little wary of the new apartment at first, all of the new smells and sounds. He's warmed up to it though.

My hours have been cut at work. Last week I worked 14.75 hours, which means I'm taking home around $100 for the whole week. So sad. Luckily Hubbs still works full time, I think once school starts though, he'll get down to about 30.

We're heading to Vegas next weekend to see my family. Should be fun, I'm actually super excited for the food, because I seriously have to eat a little something like every two hours. It's better than feeling constantly nauseated though, so that's a win. I'm still really tired and am waiting for the mythical second trimester burst of energy they swear is around the corner.

Only a few more weeks until we find out what ducky is. It's exciting and nerve-racking at the same time. I'm still pretty sure it's a girl, mostly because we've had a girl name set for two year, and have barely come up with a short-list for boy names. Or maybe that means it is a boy, lol.

I've definitely noticed a few dark chin hairs popping up over the last month or so. The hair on my head sadly, does not appear to be growing as quickly, gimme my long, luscious mermaid hair please!

Thursday, August 15, 2013


Two huge wins today.

We were victorious over our landlord and Gibbs will be returning to our apartment tomorrow! SO HAPPY!!

Ducky and I have made it to the 2nd Trimester! Woo-hoo! I heard the heartbeat yesterday and I've graduated to a "Normal Pregnancy" for the time being. Double hurray!

This is seriously such a huge weight off of my shoulders. Here's to hoping that everything continues on the up and up.

Monday, August 12, 2013


Tonight is going to be our first night without Gibbs in two years. Already the apartment feels empty, and he's only been at the SiL's for 2 hours. The next few weeks are going to be very hard. I'm seriously hoping that I can get my paperwork signed on Wednesday, but even if I do, who knows how long it will take for them to "approve" it.

In other news, we've had several nibbles on our apartment ads and we've already had 2 sets of people come look at the apartment. If all goes according to plan, we'll be able to move out the first week of September. Where we'll move after that, we're not sure. There's one apartment we like but it's not available to October 1st. There's a great complex a little further north that we'd be able to move in the first week of September, so the timing on that would be perfect.

Here's to hoping everything works out.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Eviction Update

Well apparently, my apartment complex "lost" all of the supporting documentation that has been in my file for TWO YEARS. They claim they have no record of anything ever saying that I had a service dog. They've asked me to get a new form signed by TWO DIFFERENT doctors saying that I can have one. Are you f*cking kidding me? First of all, who has easy access to two different doctors intimately familiar with your medical history? NO ONE. I have been sick with worry and stress over this. Basically, unless I can get this form signed by Tuesday, Gibbs has to be out of our apartment. Luckily, Hubbs' sister has offered to house him for a bit until we get this all sorted out, but seriously. The entire situation is ridiculous. Hubbs is under the impression they just threw the paperwork away because they didn't want to deal with it. I wouldn't put it past them.

Additionally, they've decided that our apartment is filthy and needs "extensive work", really? We spent yesterday getting storage unit and moving our mountain of boxes into it, and let me tell you, our apartment is fine. We did some spot cleaning and hired a maid service to come on Wednesday and get it looking like new. But really? I seriously cannot believe my apartment complex is trying to do this to us. We're supposed to move to a different unit in a week. ONE WEEK. How great is an apartment supposed to look a week before you move? Anyway. Everything is going to be spotless by Friday when they come to inspect, and once it passes, I'm seriously considering telling them to go f*ck themselves.

They also claim to have given us a "notice to comply" about the dog and the "mess" back in April. I am calling bull$hit because we never got a letter. They claim the stuck it to our door, there is absolutely no way we could have missed it if it was out there.

We're trying to sell our contract ASAP. We've got adds on Craigslist and the local news classifieds and we're really hoping to get a nibble soon so we can move to a new place that isn't run by a bunch of assholes.

I seriously haven't been able to eat or sleep and I'm just completely a wreck because of this whole thing. I go to my Dr's office on Wednesday and I'm going to ask them then to sign the form, but I'm not holding out much hope. Do you have any idea how frightening it is to know that it's highly likely that the service dog that has been helping you function and live a normal life for the last 2 years is going to be ripped away from you? The fear and anxiety over this is crippling. Not to mention the added stress of thinking that the added stress is hurting the baby.

Wish us luck this week... we're gonna need it.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Eviction Notice, What?

Thanks Hubbs for waking me up at 1:30am to tell me you found an eviction notice on our door. It magically appeared sometime between 8:30pm and 1am, when our apartment's office definitely isn't open. The best part? They're saying it's because we have a dog... the service dog that they are well aware that I've had for the last 2 years. Also for not "taking care of our apartment properly" um... tell me how an apartment is supposed to look when we move IN A WEEK. Have boxes everywhere and I've had terribad morning sickness for the last 2 months, am bone tired, and Hubbs works all day doing hard manual labor. Between the two of us, we're lucky to get one box packed a day before we're done. Not to mention that I'm still technically "high-risk" and am not supposed to stress or exert myself, or lift anything over like, 15lbs.
They are going to get an ear full tomorrow morning and this crap is going to get sorted out. Morons. Seriously.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

11 Weeks

Every day brings something new to panic about.

I'm feeling a bit better, is the baby ok?

I've got super light spotting again, is the baby ok?

Holy crap, I am going to be someone's mother.

I know that stress isn't good, do I'm trying to just relax and roll with the punches, but it's hard sometimes.

We wanted this little duck so badly and I can't help but worry and hope that everything will turn out well in the end. That I'll be ok and Ducky will be ok, and that we'll be a happy little family.

Next week is our anniversary. We really don't have much special planned, but it'll be nice to have an evening out on the town. I might even get dressed up, who knows. Hopefully 11.5 weeks will be close enough to 12 that my morning sickness will back off.

Of course, that's another thing to freak out about because my sister-in-law miscarried at 14 weeks the time before she popped out my latest niece. She said she started feeling great at 12 weeks and I guess that's when the pregnancy ended.

Don't freak out. Everything will be fine. Breathe. 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

It's a Duck!!

10.5 Weeks! Our baby looks like a duck and my uterus looks like a skull, so overall, I'd say things are pretty badass.

It was wiggly and jumping and had a strong little heartbeat and it was awesome to see. Every time I come out of an appointment and things are fine, it gives me a tiny bit more hope that just maybe things will work out in the end. 

I'm getting more and more torn about finding out what it is. It might be kind of fun to find out and then surprise the family, especially since we told them I was so adamant about not finding out. Probably with one of those gender reveal cakes. 

 There's plenty of time to think about it. I think I might try to have my shower in November though, since it's looking like my due date will be moved up to February. I think it'd be too hard to do it in December, and January is too close to when Ducky might pop out.

I think Ducky is going to be the new official nickname for this little nugget. Ducky it is!

For those new readers, who are like, what the heck is this blog about? Well, let me tell you! It started out as in infertility blog, a place for me to vent my frustration and share the journey. After about 2 years, we gave up hope and decided not to have children at all. The doctor's weren't optimistic and nothing seemed to be going in our favor. We'd started planning our early retirement and then the universe had other plans. 

Now we have this tiny, magical, miracle pregnancy and I hope you'll stick around and join us on this journey to parenthood.