Ok! Into the land of viability and also Mississippi, a land of fewer reproductive rights/options.
We’ve (mostly) moved! Woooo! We’ve made three moving trips from the house, which, in total, equal 2 trailers, 2 pickups, 5 cars worth of stuff, and there’s still furniture and miscellaneous shit at the GA house. And it still needs some cleaning. And empty-box-picking-up. We did get one of our containers delivered, to be picked up too soon. The calculation of needing to get things put away in order to unload more of the container didn’t really cross our minds when scheduling the dates. Fortunately (for us, not for them), the container company we used is having some equipment issues and pickup is delayed 2 days. Since dropoff was delayed 1 day, it’s a net gain of about 24 hours, but that 24 hours are weekend hours.
Putting things away is also interesting. I’m wondering how many arguments are started around thoughts of where to put the pan/pot lids. I have also cursed at all the kitchen appliances except the garbage disposal. Builder’s stock appliances are fine examples of design, development and implementation/testing happening in disconnected spheres.
Our challenges have mostly been around ways in which this house is newer: we don’t have a handy cat door to a room, so we got one of the pieces of furniture that holds a litter box. Fine. Great. It’s tall enough inside that our litter-box-hood-averse Crax is using it. Uma can totally stick her head in there to get snacks, so it’s currently, inefficiently surrounded by boxes that Uma’s just walking though and pushes the whole cabinet far enough away from those obstacles to get her head in. Short of another flap on that thing, we’re kind of stumped.
We’ve had an adventure with customer service at Sear’s, trying to get a washer & dryer purchased, delivered, and installed. Some parts are really excellent (online chat, Twitter responsiveness, central delivery coordinator, delivery updates via text/website), and some highlight the disconnect between stores and the central services (actual delivery scheduling, warehouse procedures, the ordering website.) In the end, it’s all worked out, just a bit more stressful than we would have liked.
Is loving Kindergarten. She’s been bumped up to reading class with first grade and, her teacher admits, could switch to the first grade curriculum, but developmentally, she’s very much a Kindergartener. She wears a uniform to school, too, which is terribly cute and also makes getting dressed really easy. We’re working on helping around the house and trying to get our family organized and into a pattern that helps her out: chaos and clutter really aren’t working with homework.
Kicking, growing, etc… Still little kicks, which is fine. We had the 20-week anatomy scan and that showed us a fine-looking Predator. I had my first visit in Oxford and, apart from the appointment being mostly 3 hours of waiting, it was fine. The doc is super laid-back, she’s been the first not to cringe at the size of my first kid. I was very reassured by her statement of “Hey, should make things easy!” vs. wincing + instant questions about gestational diabetes, c-section, other things. Those were covered, but not as part of this question. I also learned that since the hospital is across the street, docs go over to deliver the babies of their patients during the weekdays, which causes most of the appointment delays. Noting this, I made my next appointment for the morning. A new hospital is under construction, so I should be one of the first to experience the new maternity space (by about a month or so). Hopefully, they’ve figured out how to organize the pan & pot lids.
I was a bit amazed by the response I got on Facebook from a picture of me with eclipse glasses on the bump (during the eclipse). I’d posted about it about 2 months before and Twitter understood, so it was surprising and that I got more than one semi-indignant private message about not telling [someone] right away. Truth be told, I just didn’t want to. With enough other stress in my life, I didn’t want to deal with someone else’s thoughts, advice, anxieties, or other feelings being projected on to me, or to have some expectation of reporting anything to someone other than myself or my spouse. Most people who figured it out earlier are also people who aren’t going to be bombarding me with status questions or trying to live vicariously through me. I also don’t want to deal with other people obsessing over a particular date, so I’m going with a December time frame.