So, it’s been a few weeks since my last update. We’ve been having issues with getting on the internet – can’t get on at the library without a library card, can’t get a library card without proof we live here (which we don’t have), and the computer here keeps disappearing. We still don’t have jobs, though we’ve fanned out from Birmingham. Hoping that something comes through, because we don’t do well without a place of our own.
Also, we aren’t pregnant. We went to the hospital and then did a urine test as well as some blood pressure tests (because if I wasn’t pregnant, I needed to know why I was having dizzy spells and nausea). Well, finally the doctor (who I’d seen one other time) comes in and tells me I’m not pregnant and starts to leave. So I asked him why I was feeling so sick and he said I must have had a stomach virus. I was like, “had? I was sick yesterday.” And he goes, “well, it was probably just an early pregnancy that ended with a miscarriage. We’ll give you a referral to an OB/GYN” and he walked out. Just like that. The hubs doesn’t think that we were actually pregnant, but he doesn’t really have anything else that explains what was going on, so it’s just like, blah.
So, we continued on like nothing happened. I cried a lot, but I’m okay now, I think. Assuming that it was my period, I would have ovulated again on the 19th, so we’re in a two-week wait. Trying really hard not to think about it too much because of last month and the one before when I really did have a stomach flu. We’ve only been trying for four months, so I don’t need to get my panties all in a bunch over it, but that’s easier said than done. It seems crazy to me that it’s such a big deal when a little more than five years ago I didn’t even think I would ever want to be pregnant! Hell, this time five years ago, I wasn’t even sure that I wanted kids, I just knew I had finally met a guy that was more than just a passing fancy.
So, I’m sitting here, praying that the hubs gets a call about a job (and actually gets said job) so that I know where to look for work (one car means we have to work in the same area). And the sooner we can get jobs, the sooner we can get a place and get out of here. I love my sister. I really do. But I REALLY need my own space. This is the second time in the five years since I first moved out of my parents’ house that I’ve had to stay with family, and I’m hoping this time doesn’t last even as long as the three months we spent with cousins in ’07.
Just gotta keep my head up, keep the prayers up, and keep the applications going out.
OH! And the hubs now has his own blog! He’s more of a ranter than I am, but just give him a click, even if you don’t like what he has to say. ^__^ Give him some help getting hits until he has his own fan base.