I'm finally out from under a work-related deadline and can finally breathe again. I have a bunch of posts bouncing around in my head right now, but I'll save those for another day. Instead I will write a hodgepodge post about a few little tonight.
We're loving our new house. It feels so happy and welcoming here. There are a few things we're still working on. For example we took all of the (old, solid wood) interior doors down so we could paint them as well as the molding and door frames around them. We'd planned to have them painted and rehung before we moved in, but there were some red paint related delays (trust me....if you ever want to paint a room red, hire a professional painter) and we didn't get them done. So they are currently stashed in our basement until we get them painted. The main problem is that they are too heavy for me to carry up the stairs by myself, whenever hubs has been home to help me carry them outside, it's been raining, and I don't want to paint indoors for obvious reasons. But I'm going to get them done soon, darn it! The next projects are to gut and redo the upstairs bathroom and put up a fence (for the dog). The bathroom we will do ourselves but the fence we will probably hire out for.
The Sunday after we moved I went to the rental to give it a good cleaning before the final walkthrough with the landlord. Seeing the house empty was sobering. The walls of that house witnessed so many sad times. It was the house where we were supposed to start our family, which I suppose did actually happen, but it wasn't the family that we envisioned. I sat down on the stairs and had a good cry and said goodbye to that sad house. When the landlord arrived for the walkthrough his wife and (drumroll......) two week old infant daughter came along too. So 30 minutes or so after I had my last cry about never having a baby of my own in that house, in walks a brand new baby. Talk about a kick to the ovaries! I maintained my composure, got through it, and we never have to step foot in that house again. Side note: The landlord and his wife got married in late June of 2015 and had a baby in early May of 2016. So in fertility math, that means she was pregnant about a minute after they got married. Because that's how it works for normal people.
A friend that I made when I was going through infertility recently had a baby. This woman had numerous miscarriages and one stillbirth. Really hard stuff that nobody should have to go through. I am genuinely thrilled for her and her husband that they finally got their much wanted baby. But Facebook. Damn Facebook. More than one congratulatory comment said "you deserved this!" I hate that. Using that logic I didn't deserve to get pregnant. Which is so false, because pregnancy isn't a question of deserving or not deserving (pregnant crack whores prove this), but is an issue of appropriately functioning reproductive organs.
My 35th birthday is rapidly approaching. I'm still in the midst of my midlife crisis. Ugh.