Just a Quick Update On My Lunch Break

Today started off pretty crappy. J’s cat is either bleeding in her pee or poop…I called the vet first thing when they opened and he brought her in for a 9:40 appointment after dropping me off at work. As far as I know, she’s overweight (by 2lbs), her bladder was small on x-rays (god, I can’t even think about how they probably had to strap her down, I’ll cry again) so they need to give her fluids to see it better, and they can’t tell if the bleeding is rectal or urinary. She needs to stay for observation. They’re going to clean her up (the blood/wetness down there) and trim back her fur, which has become more matted in the last week or two. I thought it was just her fur acting up as it sometimes does, because she has long-ish hair, but now I’m wondering if she’s been sick and not cleaning herself.

I wish I could’ve gone to the vet with my husband.  He loves that cat. He got her after returning from Iraq and when in transition with his shitty ex-girlfriend, so they’re so attached to each other. Don’t know what we’ll do if something serious is wrong. 😦

Work is crazy. School is crazy.

Our mortgage was approved. As long as we get the rest of the documents needed before closing on October 17th, we’ll be homeowners. Hoooooly crap.

And that’s about it. I don’t have time for much else. Doing my best to keep up with all of you! Love you all.

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. ❤

Reality Sucks!

So I don’t know what I did yesterday, but my leg hurts. I think I overextended it or something and have aggravated a muscle, since it’s been immobile for so long? Whatever…it hurts. I’m panicking because Dr. Google says that a blood clot can feel like muscle pain, and what with the 4-hour car ride followed by the 6-hour train ride yesterday…and other medical conditions that put me at risk…I am nervous.

Hypochondriac. *sigh*

Work today was rough. Crutching around is exhausting. Thankfully I am working short shifts this week. And thankfully tomorrow is Friday!

But work is hardly my biggest concern. While my boss has been drowning and I have a crapload of shit to work through since I’ve been gone so long, I feel less concerned about it than other things—probably because the job is short-lived. My new job starts in less than two months. I just need to finish this internship and be done.

But the new job…oh God, the new job. And school! And the end of our apartment lease! All of these things will be happening in the first few weeks of September. I don’t even know what we are going to do. I’m hoping I am bearing weight on my leg before I go back to school because I am not crutching around the city. My new job is bound to be stressful, combined with going to school full-time. And then the apartment…we have two options if we don’t put an offer in on a house before September. Actually, we have to make a choice next month. We have to let our landlady know whether we are staying or not. We have two options. 1) Sign a lease for another year and risk either wasting another $15,000+ down the drain for nothing or having to break the lease and pay a penalty. 2) Refuse another lease and either move into a new house by move-out time or move in with my parents.

Moving in with my parents is not desirable. We’d have to get a storage unit for our shit and we would have to figure out how to situate the cats. See, my parents have an old cat that has taken to pooping on the floor randomly whenever he’s really upset. To introduce our cats in that household would probably cause him to start it up again. So what do we do with the cats? Keep them in the basement room alone?? Try and keep them in the spare bedroom with us and away from my parents’ cat?

I told J yesterday, no matter what, we’re not abandoning the cats. We are not giving them to anyone, permanently or temporarily, and we aren’t putting them in a kitty kennel. Forget it. I’d rather sign another lease and break it and pay money out the ass than turn my back on my kitties.

And we still have to deal with the aftermath of the accident.

J returns to work on Sunday night. For the first time since the accident, I’ll be on my own. I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I’m not looking forward to being alone five nights out of the week again. But we don’t have a choice. We need the money. Now, more than ever.

I’m sorry, this post turned whiney. I had to write something so I could link to the other post so that you guys can read it. And this is what was on my mind. 😦

Second Beta, #pgpost, Password Protected Posts, and Holy Shit This Is Real

Where I am: 19dpo
Medications: Crinone
Symptoms: same as before…also either reflux or heartburn, occasional nausea, and a confused stomach


 

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That’s right…my second beta came back at an astounding 881.

Now before you go crying multiples, remember that there was a five day difference there. So it was bound to be a large number. However, I do try to do the math in my head (read: on my phone), and if they double every 48 hours and it was 54 at 12dpo, then it should have been 108 at 14dpo…and then 216 at 16dpo? Is that right?

So yeah, 881 is still a high number. But tomorrow’s third and probably final (they test up until 1,000) beta will tell more. We are obviously looking for at least a 1,600. Continue reading