Thursday, April 15, 2010

A well thought out decision

Does this mean I'm getting old? I've made a decision that took me years to make. Years! I feel like I'd heard of people taking years to decide things before and thinking that was just assinine. I mean, how could it take that long to decide something? In this case, obviously, there was no deadline. And it's not an earth-shattering decision.

I just, finally, decided which season is my favorite: Fall. In particular, I think my favorite month is October. The last part isn't firmly decided yet...September is making a good run for October's money.

In some ways this might seem funny, because I think Easter is my favorite holiday. Easter or Christmas, with Halloween firmly in third place. But I really do love everything about Fall. Even the pseudo version of the season we experience here in the southwest.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Loan Modification

We recently had a garage sale at our house. No, it has not sold yet, but it is reportedly still being shown. Here's hoping someone makes an offer before the auction date! We've been receiving notices that it will be auctioned this July. GREAT. That's before the baby comes, PLEASE, by all means, do what you have to do. Let's get this done.

But when we were at the house for the garage sale we found another piece of mail on the counter. Something that'd been FedExed...from the bank. I thought it would be another notice about the auction. It was not.

It started with the words "Dear Mr. & Mrs. Random, thank you for your recent phone call..."


I haven't talked to the bank in at least a month. I stopped trying because until we have an offer on the house, they don't give a rat's behind. Reading further it became apparent that this was not a notice of auction, but in fact, an invitation and application for a loan modification. Through the Making Home Affordable program.

What. The. Hell.?

I called you for a year requesting this. I last called you regarding this matter in OCTOBER, at which time I was promised the very papers in my hot little hand within 45 calendar days. On the 45th day I signed the papers to sell the house. You're a BIT behind the times. "recent phone call", huh? By who's standards? That was SIX months ago. Further, I've submitted the documents you want and the application forms multiple times, both by fax, and certified mail. I'll be damned if I'm doing it again.

Unfortunately, we decided FIVE months ago - when no modification materials appeared - to let the house go, either by short sale or foreclosure, whichever happened first. Further, Mr. Random's new job makes living in the house unfeasible.

But thanks. We really appreciate the offer.

If you are hoping to get a loan modification for yourself - apparently, you have to miss your payments. Like, 4 of them. And wait until they've started foreclosure proceedings, and your credit is in the toilet. Then, and only then, will the Bank begin to think that maybe offering a modification might be a good option. Good to know.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

He made it

So, Mr. Random made it to the OB appointment and ultrasound. In fact he drove me to the appointment. We got there 3 minutes before the scheduled time. The whole thing kind of had a gray cloud over it though. First because I was so upset and stressed out, which in turn added to Mr. Random's already high level of stress, and then because I was calling the doctor right before he picked me up to go to the appointment to tell them I might be 5 to 10 minutes late. I thought that was the right thing to do, and depending on traffic seemed very likely.

I was a bit miffed when the receptionist responded with, ", I'll let them know but I, like, can't guarantee, like, should try to be here on time". Ummm. Yeah. That was the plan Sweetie. The most irritating thing is that this is the same office that mysteriously "deleted" a doc appointment I had after my first ultrasound and had to "squeeze" me in resulting in a 30 minute delay for me and then at another appointment didn't call me back until 45 minutes after my scheduled appointment time. I'm sorry, I'm giving you a heads up (more than you ever gave me) that I might be 5-10 minutes late and you're giving me shit? This also pissed Mr. Random off. Great.

I had had such visions of us spending the afternoon together, going to the ultrasound, excitedly seeing our baby looking like a baby for the first time. Yeah, that was not our afternoon. Instead, Mr. Random worked late, we rushed to the appointment both in snits, got crap from the office, and then went back for the ultrasound. It was cool, don't get me wrong. And I think helped adjust our attitudes. But it could have been a better experience. On the plus side, Mr. Random picked up really quickly on what we were looking at on the screen. Maybe ultrasound tech will be his back up career plan. :)

We did not find out the sex - Mr. Random was firm in his desire to be surprised at birth, and we always said we'd both have to want to know to find out, so we didn't. Other than that, we saw pretty much everything. Parts of the brain, all the valves and chambers of the heart, the stomach, the bladder, the kidneys, and 2 adorable feet crossed over each other. It was crazy to realize that little tiny person was inside my uterus!

Baby was head down and my placenta is posterior, which should mean that we'll see feet and all kinds of crazy movement in the front. And my cervix was nice and long at 3.9cm, which all adds up to good healthy pregnancy!

I was concerned about my weight gain. 17 pounds so far! Yikes!!!! But the doctor said not to worry, and keep eating like I've been eating. Okay.....if you say so...:-/ The plus side is that I have no idea where the 17 pounds are! I mean, my boobs are gigantic, my stomach looks like I swallowed a cantaloupe whole, but beyond that...the rest of my body looks pretty much the same. Anyway, I don't feel very good when I go long periods of time without food (due to business) so I'll follow the doctor's orders and keep eating!

Next up, trying to blog here more regularly, and about things besides pregnancy and baby!

Thursday, April 8, 2010


So, in a little over an hour, I have an appointment for my "big" ultrasound. The anatomy scan. The one where you can find out if your little one is a boy or a girl if you're so inclined. The one where you can find out if something is seriously wrong...or more hopefully, that everything looks perfect! It's kind of a big deal. I think it's become something of a right of passage of modern pregnancy.

When I made my first OB appointment I discussed with Mr. Random which appointments he wanted to come to, and which ones I wanted him to come to. We both agreed that we'd like him at as many as possible...but realized he probably couldn't make everyone. I told him the big scan was the only one that really mattered to me. Any others would be icing on the cake.

Well, he went to work an hour early with the plan to get off at 2pm. It is now 2:15 pm...and he's still working. Why? Because he got a client on the phone that he has a good chance of getting to sign up. He needs to get a certain number of people signed up each session, and has yet to get a single one. Which I know frustrates him. And he wants so badly to do well at this job. And I'm sure, in his head, he thinks that by staying at work he's choosing his family. To support them by succeeding and providing an income.

But I don't see it that way. At all. Even if he were to get fired (which could happen if he doesn't get enough clients)...he'd find something else. I just feel like going to this appointment with me is so much more important. And. I'm hormonal. And crying.

I'm just so frustrated. And sad.

About this Blog

I have a journal. You know, the real kind...paper, bound in a book form...nice leather cover. And I do write in it...every few months. I like it, but somehow I find it hard to keep up regularly. I'm at a computer nearly all the time, so I find it easier to keep up on this blog. So, that's what this blog is for. To help me journal when I'm away from my journal. A place to collect my thoughts before I lose them to the chaos of my mind.

Or see my first post here. That's why I started this blog.