Oh, Hi…

I’m going to break this all down for you as best I can. Who knows how many sittings this will take me to type up, because I’m exhausted and there’s so much going on!

All About the House

Okay…I really want to sit down and tell you guys everything blow-by-blow, but I feel like I’m never going to have the time. So here’s how it went down, in a nutshell:

  • we offered what we thought was our max offering price—found out the next day it was rejected
  • husband owner wanted us to come up only $5k shy of their asking price
  • I spend hours on the phone with my realtor and USAA and got our pre-qualification brought up to cover the extra (if we spent ALL our savings on the down payment)
  • however, upon calling J, he reminded me that we still have a car and have “other” things going on that will require money—I email the realtor that we are walking away
  • our realtor calls the owners to explain that we can’t go that high and that we’re walking away, husband owner keeps her on the phone for a while, debating, debating…
  • realtor comes back to us saying he’ll come down another $6k, which means the ask is only $8k above what we originally offered
  • I call J, he says it sounds good, I call my parents, they say it sounds good (my dad points out we’ll be house poor, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, just to be aware of it), I call the realtor back to move forward with the offer
  • we draft a new offer, sign and hand over an initial deposit, and on my birthday less than 48 hours later, we receive the signed accepted offer!
  • the owners replace the roof the next day, we schedule the inspection for the following week
  • we receive a packet from USAA with lots of documents in the mail that Saturday, and I spend the next 5-6 days scouring the apartment for documents, requesting them from institutions, signing and sending back the paperwork in the packet, and scanning documents onto the portal online
  • the inspection goes well, the lawyers draft and debate a Purchase and Sales Agreement, which we sign and hand over along with a second (much larger!) deposit a week and a half after receiving the initial signed offer
  • with the P&S signed, USAA is cleared to move forward with the appraisal (which was done yesterday)

That’s where we stand now. It’s been a whirlwind…I can’t believe it’s only been about two weeks since we were all able to come to an agreement. And we still have a little over a month to go until closing on October 17th! Sheesh!

The New Job

My first week has been insane! I stepped in right at the tail end of a cycle of documents. Everyone is running around like chickens with their heads cut off and I’m just stepping in whenever I can to help. It’s been crazy. But I am so so glad to be in the publishing world, doing what I do best. It feels good.

The travel situation is something to be desired. I haven’t handed in my “I’m medically allowed to drive” paperwork to the DMV yet so my husband has been driving me. And even when I can drive myself, I still have to wake up at 5:50 in order to be at work from 7:00-3:00 to work my full salaried hours and have the car home in time for J to make it to work in Boston by 4:00. Blech.

A New School Year?!

I start school on Monday! Shit!

I am nervous. I haven’t been sleeping well, and with everything going on, I’m trying to imagine how crazy things will get once I add hours and hours of schoolwork to the mix. Some moments I feel like I may be in a little over my head…but I think I can do it. I can. I’m the queen of multitasking. Heh.

More Healing and Progress

I saw my orthopedist this week and got the best news: no more appointments, no more crutches, no more x-rays, no physical therapy needed! I had one last x-ray at my appointment and the base of the fracture is nearly indiscernible, with the part leading out to the edge of the bone still evident but much more faint than the last x-ray. All evidence of good healing. I’ll continue to do as much walking as I can, take it easy on stairs for the next month, continue taking my Vitamin D/Calcium supplements, and over all be gentle with it for the next 4-6 months as the bones continue and finish healing. I am to send him an email or call him in the next month to let him know how I’m doing. Emails and phone calls are all that will be necessary from here on out barring any complications that I report!

HALLELUJAH!

It only took all summer, right? 😛

And Everything Else…

I’m sorry I haven’t been commenting on your blogs as of late. Honestly, I go days without reading now (which, to be honest, is crazy—I used to read every day, and even get upset when there were no new posts to occupy me in my boredom! HAH!) and I catch up every couple of days. I try to comment when I can. Know that I’m still following all of your stories.

So many of you have had BFPs recently and I am thinking good positive sticky thoughts for all of you! Still others have suffered miscarriages in some form or another, and I’m thinking of you and hurting for you. Sending you all my love. For those in the 2ww, I’m pulling for you! For those of you starting new cycles, and there are quite a few…good luck! I love you all.

Ye Old Obligatory Post

Honestly…

I’m not sleeping.

I’m stressed out at work as I have less than three weeks before I transfer to my new permanent full-time position.

The whole house-thing is stuck in limbo until this weekend when J and I will up and out ourselves to look at yet some more candidates.

I’m panicking about the fact that we only have one car, and I start school in less than four weeks.

I’m panicking about my stupid leg, despite the progress I’ve made (it’s never enough, is it?).

So, yeah. I’m tapped. I can’t even type up a real post for y’all. And writing yesterday’s post about Robin Williams really sapped me of a lot of energy, too. Emotional posts can do that to you.

So, here you go. Here’s an absolute shit post in which I just bitch about how tired and stressed I am. I’ve also been without a husband for nearly two weeks, so, that’s not helping matters.

Roll on, Friday. ❤

Baby Steps

Fantastic news! I am now allowed to do partial weight-bearing!

And there was much rejoicing.

No, but there really was. It is an amazing feeling to be able to make some progress. The only thing is, it’s scary as hell. I am only allowed to bear about 25% of my body weight (I’ll spare myself the embarrassment on how many pounds that means) so I went home and pressed on a scale with my bad leg until I reached that amount, to try and get an understanding for how much weight that is.

But when I’m walking, it’s hard to tell! And on top of that, my leg is so weak. I honestly underestimated how much strength a person can lose in 6 weeks. And I’m so nervous that I’m going to put too much weight on it. And then I’m nervous I’m not putting enough. And then my leg was sore yesterday in the knee area, probably because it’s all like, “Hey, what are you doing? I’ve been chilling for almost two months. Why are you doing this to me?”

But that’s life. Hardly anything is ever really “easy.”

But anyway…so that’s happening. I see my orthopedist in two weeks and we will see how far I’ve progressed since then. I told him I want to go back to school in September, so he is going to get me into physical therapy so I can get back on my feet sooner rather than later. Progress, progress, progress, baby.

The house thing is kind of stuck right now. I need this weekend off. Since we got back from vacation, we have looked at houses for at least four hours straight at least once per weekend. I need a damn break. J can’t really take a day off because he’ll have to make it up, so technically his AT ends after 5:00 on the 14th. The plan is for him to come home that night, spend Friday and Saturday with me to look at houses, and then he will return Sunday to make up four days (I thought it was three, I was wrong, damnit). At least that’s if his commander approves the days. They have to make sure he has something to do.

So, this weekend, I am relaxing. I am hoping my good friend comes to visit. Although since she’s been home, she’s been spotty with texting me back and won’t decide on a day, so I have this overly paranoid fear that she’s avoiding me (because of the fact that I hardly talk to anyone from “the group” we both used to be a part of? I don’t know). But whatever. My best friend is coming over tomorrow and we are going to the movies or something. We will probably get Panera, again, because their macaroni and cheese is AMAZEBALLS. I’ll catch up on some TV, and sleep, and…relax.

And partially bear weight on my bad leg. It actually hurts less today than yesterday (which is when I started writing this post). Score.

Wow. This post is all over the damn place. I’m going to go now. Because I’m at work. And should probably be working.

So…yeah. Bye!

All I Want for Christmas…Is a House!

Okay, so. Good news to report on the house and mortgage front.

This morning, J and I took some time in the morning to renew our pre-qualification. Silly man that he is, J didn’t have me on the last “application” (I use quotes because it was all done over the phone, and credit checks were done over the internet), so I was nervous that our amount would decrease as I’ve never known my credit score. Ever. I know, that’s probably really bad…but whatever.

Anywho, it doesn’t matter. We were pre-qualified for the same amount he was three months ago. Winner winner, chicken dinner.

This weekend, we are doing our 1st secondary walk-through of a house we liked before vacation with my parents in tow. Also, thankfully, some more houses cropped up on the website we share with our realtor that we are interested in, so…that’s good. I’m hoping we have a good little handful of could-be’s this weekend. The anxiety is getting to me.

By the way, you really should see me on these showing days. Crutching around like a madwoman, going up and down tens of staircases a day on my butt. I’m one determined little cripple.

We also spoke with our landlady about our apartment situation. She is willing to allow us a 3-month extension (after, of course, trying to sneakily persuade us into signing a new one-year lease and not being directly open about all the expenses we would incur…yeah, nice try you “word I won’t say on here”, I had my mom read the lease, you slimy person, you). Of course, our rent is being jacked up $50/month (what the fuck is that about?!) and we will have to pay the new rent until we leave…but…what other choice do we have? Move in with my parents and risk the cats going nuts over it? I’d love to save the money, but…the effort we’d have to go into moving all our stuff out and into a rented pod, and then getting settled in my parents’ house, and sticking the cats in the basement, and then having to move the pod to the new house and unpack it all again…blech.

So, a 3-month extension will extend our lease at our apartment complex until December (with, I believe, an eviction date of January 31st, but I’m not sure). I was wary about doing this, because our landlady was so sneaky about it and I don’t want to be swept into some sketchy deal that has us paying money out the ass for stuff we aren’t made aware of ahead of time. But my mother, and husband, both think it’s the best course of action. So that’s what we’re going with. If we don’t have a house by the time the lease ends, then we’ll move in with my parents and probably wait until spring (and after a certain event, that could or could not happen, happens) to resume our house hunt.

But I don’t think it’ll get that far. In fact, I bet once we sign that 3-month extension, we’ll find a house and have to shell out double mortgage and rent payments for three months for nothing. Just watch. That’s how our life works.

In other news…my leg is better. The muscle cramps and spasms are less. I now sleep with no brace on because the new brace is uncomfortable and the old one immobilizes my leg and causes the muscle spasms to flare up. This means my knee is sore in the morning, but not too much so.

Not much else to report. I’m tired and I’m at work (clearly not working, whoops). Just wanted to update you all on how things are going! A little less stress, but in a way, still kind of the same. Stress that’s no longer needed just replaced by new stress. Hah!

It’s Just Funny At This Point

Where I am: CD25 (13dpo)—I am not doing pregnancy weeks and days yet because, honestly, I don’t know how the hell to calculate it since I O’d on CD11-13ish
Medications: Crinone, Lovenox
Symptoms: peeing, tiredness, aversion to smells (although it could just be that the DC metro elevators smell just that bad)


So yesterday, I get my blood drawn at a Quest Diagnostics. I ask the lady when I’ll get the results, she says probably tomorrow. My RE’s office had asked me to call after I got it done, and I forgot, so that probably didn’t help matters.

The RE calls me early this afternoon while J and I are in the Holocaust Museum (where cell phones are NOT PERMITTED AT ALL) because my nurse is looking for the phone number for the place I went to (and also confirmation that I had the bloodwork done). I call back around 4:00 when we get out and I give the number to another nurse, who doesn’t seem to understand what the hell I’m talking about. I then call Quest myself; the lady tells me that they don’t have the goddamn results because they send the tests to Baltimore and everything is handled from there. She then tells me they should’ve been faxed to my doctor’s office. The first nurse calls back and says she keeps getting disconnected from the number she has for Quest. Since the second nurse didn’t give her the number, I give it to her. She calls me back a moment later and says there’s only a voicemail; Quest is closed for the holiday weekend.

And my results seem to have vanished into thin, fucking, air.

So I just spend out-of-pocket money for a test that will no longer be relevant by the time I get the results, which might be Monday if we can hunt down the people who have them.

O_o

No beta. No reassurance. No nothing. Until I get home, at least.

I may try and get tested again while in VA, but who knows. And who knows how helpful that’ll be.

And then don’t even get me started on the whole leg thing. J’s FMLA stuff is due Tuesday (the day before we get back) and my doctor’s office is saying they can’t complete the paperwork until they see me for the follow-up a week from Monday. And then of course, they don’t know about the pregnancy. So who knows if they can X-ray me. So…I mean…

I’m on vacation, for shit’s sake. Why can’t I relax?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond grateful for this pregnancy and I hope so hard that it sticks. But I need the rest of my life to cooperate. And right now, it’s not. In about a trillion different ways. Hormones aside, I’m freaking the hell out.

#teamjunebug