For the most part, construction is coming along. We have lost a few days here and there, but otherwise we are trucking along. Tile is DONE, painting is starting tomorrow. BUT, tonight, we realized that the sink pipe in our NEW BATHROOM is leaking. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!! Water, on the brand new floor, with the grout that was just done yesterday. THANK GOODNESS our contractor is wonderful and responds anytime, day or night that I text or call him. The news wasn't the worst thing ever that he delivered tonight, but let's just say we are now running out of sink options to be using. He thinks the hall bathroom sink is lined up with our bedroom sink and when we are using the hall bath sink, it is causing the other pipe to leak. He is sending a plumber out first thing in the morning to check it out. Let me just insert something here though... "first thing" in the contracting world, means no earlier than 8am. But when I clarified with him the time, he meant 9am. Now, for someone who leaves her house at 6am for work, 8 or 9 or 10am is NOT first thing. Rarely do the workers show up before 10am. Now, all supplies are already at our house. I always get a phone call the day before telling me that "so and so will be there between 8 and 10" WHAT ARE THEY DOING FOR THOSE 2 HOURS?!?!?!?!?!?! Not getting supplies!
There are 3 of us in a row that are having work done to our houses. We have all decided that Christmas is cancelled for 2016. It is really hard to do your normal stuff when there are people in your house and the dust factor is.... WHOAAAAAAA. Normally, we get our Christmas tree on black Friday and I decorate that day as well. This year, I refused a tree or decorating until the bathroom was finished. I didn't want yet another object to become a dust collector. HOWEVER, on Sunday, coming home from being with Kip's family for Thanksgiving, I broke down. We were in the car, on the highway and those silent tears started streaming. I couldn't pinpoint what was upsetting me. I think I just felt overwhelmed. With everything. And sad. This is MY FAVORITE time of year. Seriously! I can't get enough of Christmas time. And I feel like it is being taken away from me because of this construction and I have a deep dwelling fear that we could be receiving devastating news right before Christmas...
I go on Friday for my baseline blood work and US. I have been taking birth control for the last week. Tomorrow is my last day of that. Depending on my appointment Friday, I could begin administering shots Friday night. This should be interesting, we are going to visit Kip's sister and her family over the weekend and to celebrate our nephew's 3rd birthday. I am going to have to give my shots to myself while there. I'm nervous that our niece will wonder why in the world I am giving myself shots. Do we explain to her why? And if we say "we are trying to have a baby" or something to that degree, what if she asks where babies come from and then we have a whole new can of worms open and I hate to do that to my sis and bro in-law! This little girl doesn't really skip a beat though, and she is curious, and has already said she wants to be a doctor. I feel like she would take genuine interest in seeing these shots administered. Man, I am such a worrier sometimes
Tomorrow, December 2, 2015, is due due date of baby number 2. Once again, we should be celebrating a 1st birthday. I think that even though I may not feel the crushing heart feeling of sadness, it's there subconsciously. I've been getting pretty emotional and quick to temper. Today at work, a doctor was so rude to me that I swear the good Lord above came down and stopped me from jumping over the desk and putting her in her place. In 5 1/2 years of being a nurse, this is only my 3rd time experiencing this type of rudeness from a doc. Normally, we get along great! But this lady, she had a complex, she was trying to prove herself I believe. Well, she proved to be a real biddy and I planned on telling her to never be so disrespectful to me ever again if I saw her again after cooling down from her rude comment
Okay, so my ADD kicked in and I never finished our car ride story. Anyways, my sweet, loving, thoughtful husband noticed the tears streaming down my face and knew exactly what would cheer me up. Christmas music. He turned it on, and after a few minutes, asked if I wanted to get our Christmas tree when we got home. Duh! Of course! That music turned my mood right around and we got our tree and now, as I type this blog, I can stare at her beauty and remember the true meaning of this holiday. And as I stare at her twinkling lights, I know that our God is a great one and that His timing is the best and He will bless us when it is our time. And He is with me, with us, in the good times and the bad. And when I am feeling sad or down, I can look at that tree and be reminded of these things. And when I am not at home, I have a picture on my phone of it that I can look at for a reminder
Now, are you ready for a picture overload? Because here is comes....
First off, I really miss these 3 sweet, precious boys....
And I can't wait to see these 2 precious munchkins this weekend...
Sorry for the ranting and raving at the beginning of this post. I truly am grateful that we are able to even do these renovations to our bathroom. But I will be even more grateful when they are done! I will leave y'all with one final picture, our Christmas tree. My current happy place
She isn't decorated with ornaments yet. Except for 2. Kip and I have a tradition that each year, we give each other an ornament that reminds us of the other person. At first, we did it to jump start our ornament collection, but we have continued it through the years. At first, it was easy. Now, over the years, all of the obvious ones have been gifted already. Now, we really have to think about it and it is a good reminder of the things we love about each other. Each year, the night we put our tree up, we give each other our ornaments. From there, the next night, we fully decorate. We put a date somewhere discreet on each one. The hope is, one day, our children will cherish these as well as the tradition as much as we do (and lets be real, after we are gone, we want them to fight over them!)
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