Our House & Our Babies

"I'll eat my candy
With the pork and beans
Excuse my manners
If I make a scene"
~Weezer


I was so upset last night at the possibility of us not getting our house. Joe said, "Bad stuff doesn't happen to me. You're rolling with the big dogs now..."
That made me laugh.

Then a while later he said, "feel better now?" I didn't. He said, "Don't worry..." as he looked me in the eye, "all we need is each other, and our babies."
AWE! Melt my heart, why don't you! That was so sweet and it's true. That is all we really need. I feel better now.

What exactly is the problem that I'm so worried about? The contractor we're working with wants an extra $20,000 for work we thought would be much less. It's crazy and ridiculous actually, $14,000 for excavating? $6,000 for septic? WTF? Are you serious? They're serious.

What's worse, I asked for the list of things that need to be done to the property so that I could get competing bids from other contractors. I paid $250 for the guy to come out and survey the land, right? No, they said they will not assist me in hiring competitors. They even went as far as to hide pertinent information in the docs we're supposed to sign once they "found out" I was shopping bids.

If we don't start construction soon, we wont be able to move into our home until god-knows-when. Spring probably. Luckily, a very kind neighbor and friend of the Christopher family opened up an apartment over her barn for us. That's a relief. At least we'll have somewhere to stay temporarily.


In other news, my pregnant belly is bigger and better than ever. I get aches and pains here and there, but this morning, I pulled a muscle putting on my underwear. That's pretty pathetic. Actually, what's pathetic will be when my belly gets in the way of me putting on my own shoes. I see that happening by next month.

I wonder, why do I still have heartburn? I only ate spicy turkey chili, a bean burrito, a blueberry scone and a big fat brownie for dinner last night. I'm being sarcastic. I know exactly why I have heartburn... I've been infected with a government sponsored bioengineering experiment of which I will give birth to a rapidly aging baby, of course.

Or did I see that on TV?