Livable?

Yeah, so the whole renting a house idea? Not so great. B commented the other day that he felt like we were back in college, not caring where we lived. That would be true, except we do care where we live. A lot. So much so that we want to live in a house with air conditioning. There are so many issues with this house that we've begun to accept them, which is not a good thing. But, yesterday? In Pennsylvania? The high was 94. And? Today? The high is supposed to be 99. And we have no AC. We were officially off of the chart yesterday, as our thermometer only goes up to 90 and we were well past that. B, in an uncommon show of not-caring-what-he-had-to-do-and-just-doing-it went out to the Depot and bought us a brand spankin' new window air conditioner that he installed, not without some anguish in the 94 degree sauna that was our bedroom. We dragged A's mattress in here and had a cozy little slumber party last night. Cozy.

A confession.

It is only fitting that a first post would be completely centered around my complaining. But this complaint is worth it, I promise.

For one, I've crossed over the line from being "cute and pregnant" to being "holy shit, how pregnant are you?" In fact, I'm 28 weeks and a few days, which is technically the third trimester but feels more like the beginning since now is the time when I start counting DOWN the weeks and days instead of counting UP. I'm no longer 28 weeks, in my mind, but I have 11 weeks to go (the exact schedule of a planned c-section finally has an advantage).

More importantly, we will soon be homeless. And yes, dear Ben, I know that you would never let us live out of our car. Although its a good thing our cars are small because you can't deny that you've thought about it, at least for a night. But in 25 days we have to be out of this house and we, as of today, have no alternative. I think worse than the thought of impending doom is the strain the situation causes on our marriage. Every night we quickly go from exchanging pleasantries and interesting anecdotes about our day to arguing and stressing over the housing situation, or lack thereof. Sucks.

That's not to say, though, that there aren't any bright spots. Anna provides most of them. Here is a brief, incomplete list of my favorite things about her. I'll limit myself to 5 this time:

1. She constantly talks. And talks. And while some would find this annoying, I find it utterly charming and an insight into what she's thinking.

2. She can get her own snacks. Remember when I said I was fat?

3. She has looked at every house in Central NJ and has only complained 3 or 4 times. This has been going on for months, and her only request is to use the bathroom once in awhile and for a pack of Yogo Bits. To make her feel better.

4. She can travel, by car, for 12 hours straight and complain about it MAYBE twice. And those complaints are generally short lived and a result of wanting a(nother) snack.

5. She has developed the laugh of a kid, which is distinctly different from that of the giggle of a toddler. I'm not so sure I like this, but its there.

Most importantly, I'm thankful for positive, clear results on ultrasounds. We had our fourth (and final!) one yesterday and everything that was cause for concern has now cleared.