So yeah, got those tedious errands done that needed done.
Then the budget coach issued a list about ten items long that I had to work on....one of which was to discuss and decide what to do with our first (and only, so far) home. We bought it right before we were married. We brought our baby home to this house. Then made the decision that it was time to sell it. Kind of bitter sweet. But at the same time, we know that we'll never move back, and we really don't want the risk of something major going wrong while the renters are in....you know what I mean? Huge financial risk to have a rental house.
My spring break was spent taking care of crap. For lack of better words. I'm a little bummed.
|Kin and her friend, Jilli|
My husband and I are the happiest that we've been since.....ummmmm......forever? I honestly can say that the past two months have been bliss. We both attribute this to our financial coach. Money stress effects every minute of your life. Having gotten that under control, we can breathe again. We aren't at each others throats anymore. Life is--dare I say--easier?
The job is going well. Holy challenging as ever, for sure. I have a group of boys in my class---oh my goodness. They make me earn every penny on that paycheck! But, through the challenges, I am reminded daily that this is what I am made to do. Sadly though, my contract does end on June 4 and I am again unemployed. I have applied to about twenty districts with hopes for at least one call back. Prayers please.
And lastly, we are trying to get pregnant.
It's the first "real" month of trying. I mean, we've been unprotected for about a year. But using my app, I have been tracking the month and my so irregular cycles and we really tried this month. Without going all TMI on you...we were rabbits. Mmmm, K?! And here I sit, staring at this screen on my app....
In the same breath, I find myself thinking of all of these "symptoms" and those of you that have gone through the woes of trying to get pregnant unsuccessfully, know of the "symptoms" that I speak of.
Why not just test and rid myself of the pain and the agony that rides shotgun with me all day?
Because the reality of the failure is too much. For today.
I would rather dance in the what-if than kiss the reality of the no. But, if it is in fact a no, I will call my doctor (that I don't even like, btw) and get a script for Clomid. And then we'll probably have twins. Cause I have the luck like that. :) Double the blessings?
But what if?