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Ashamed Sampson
by Liza in

The look I get: Liza, I'm sorry I went in your bag! I thought I smelled food!
(Oh, and have I MENTIONED that we don't have NEARLY the furniture that this house requires?)
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If I'm pregnant, I'm 4 days along. If I'm pregnant. I've been charting, using the Fertility Awareness Method (FAM), which is AMAZING and I am SHOCKED, SHOCKED at how few people know about this and how it's not taught anywhere. Unbelievable.

Anyway, if I did everything right last month, it looks like I ovulated. Which is good. Especially considering I went off the pill about 2 months ago. I know it can take a long time to regulate, but I'm on a timeline, people. The Husband and I want to get a bun in the oven this month or next.

So, I've been charting. And I think I did things right so I was fairly certain when I was fertile and about to ovulate this month. And we did the deed on appropriate days. Which, quite frankly, is HILARIOUS. Having sex when it just comes naturally vs. having sex when you're going, "Fertile fluid! Let's go! Don't care how sleepy you are or how awesome I look in my oversized t-shirt from 1990 with my hair doing that fancy post-face-washing thing it does IT'S. BABY. MAKING. TIME."

I've had four days of high temperatures. Typically, you'll have 12-16 days before it drops again and you get your period. If you hit 18 days of high, welcome the baby in your belly.

I'm at four. And The Husband can't stand waiting. He keeps going, "Pee on a stick." If I'm headed out to do errands, he goes, "Pick up some pee sticks." I keep telling him that the EARLIEST I'd be able to tell isn't until the end of this week (Thank you, First Response!). And that's the earliest. I secretly keep wanting to take a pregnancy test just to see, but I know that's lame and it'd be about 10 wasted dollars. And we just got a house so I have plans for that 10 dollars.
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Our New House!
by Liza in

Well, I guess TECHNICALLY it's not "our" new house being that we're a lease-to-own, but it WILL be ours soon! (keeping fingers crossed) We moved in on August 21st - one week after my hernia surgery. Well planned is what THAT was! "Sorry, hernia surgery lady here. No can move." "That box? Oooohhhh, I so wish I could help, but, you know, hernia surgery and all."

That's not to say that moving day wasn't a nightmare because it was. A messy, sweaty, icky nightmare. The movers were three hours late. THREE. I should have picked another moving company when I had to change the move date and the guy didn't call me back or pick up the phone until I called him FROM ANOTHER NUMBER. Probably should have taken that as a sign. But, I didn't.

So, they were three hours late. We had called three other moving companies going, "Do you have someone NOW? Because our lives are packed in boxes. Oh, and I just had hernia surgery." One company said they could have people there by the afternoon, so we held that spot. It was The Husband, my mom and myself (and Sampson). At first, it was just my mom and me. The movers were scheduled to get there about 45 minutes before TH would be home.

Sampson was super freaked all day, what with all the packing and moving his personal stuff around. And then all the waiting. When TH got home, we waited some more. Then we called the moving guy who kept telling us that his guys were AT U-HAUL RENTING the truck. They were RENTING? Don't most moving companies have their OWN trucks? Great. This was going to be great.

After the third time he told us that they were "5 minutes away" my husband called to tell him nevermind. We were going with another company. The guy got all apologetic (as he should have) and said how important our business was to him, meow, meow, meow.

So, we said we'd go with him. FINALLY the movers show up. At 1:30. They were supposed to be there at 10:30. At least they were there, though, right?

I had to head down to the house because the cable guy was showing up at 3 or 4. (Shockingly, they only gave me a 2 hour window! And the guy was on time!) So, I'm in the new house. With nothing except some Mickey D's I picked up and my blankets. My mom took Sampson home with her until it was time for everyone to move. Once the cable guy came, I had some TV to watch, so that was good.

I hadn't heard anything by 5pm, so I call my mom. No word. 6pm I call again. She's back at our old apartment and she tells me that one of the moving guys HAS TO BE AT SCHOOL by 6pm so they are waiting on a replacement. I was in shock. Mainly that we had NO CLUE that this was the situation. Lovely. I'm all alone and in mild pain and I'm certain TH is ready to lose it at any moment.

FINALLY, at around 7pm, I hear from my mom who tells me to go get pizza and beer, that the new guy showed up and they are headed down.

We finish the moving day around 9:45. A night. It's dark outside. Our front door has been open for hours and it's bugs galore inside the foyer. But...we're in. Ahh.

And so begins the adventures of our first home.

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