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?

Heartburn & Circumcision

Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.
Benjamin Franklin (1706 - 1790)

I haven't been able to sleep because of heartburn. I've tasted stomach acid in the back of my throat for two days now. I hope it doesn't burn a hole in my esophagus. They say chronic heartburn is a sign of a hairy baby. I can't picture Evan having a lot of hair though; Joe and I were both bald babies.

I've been anxious lately over my son's circumcision, as well. Mainly, over not getting him circumcised. I'm worried because I have no idea how to take care of an uncircumcised penis; i.e., how to clean it, how to teach him to clean it, potty training, etc.

I actually said, right after Trevor's circumcision, "that was the best $200 I ever spent." Not having to pay special attention to Trevor's wiener was especially important to me at the time. After all, I was a single mother. What do I know about wieners?

Last night Joe said, "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."

I don't know how he does it, but him just saying that makes me feel a little better. It reaffirmed that he'll be there and I wont be the only one parenting. I wont be the only one cleaning it and I wont be the only one potty training. I do feel a little better actually.

I go to the doctor today, hopefully she'll have something for the heartburn.