... one to go...

Update: Only a partial blockage in my still attached fallopian tube. Doc thinks that's pretty good news, and that there's less than a 10% chance of ANOTHER ectopic... so we're going to keep trying before resorting to IVF.

... now for the House.

One down...

Two to go...

SCG results today at Noon. Will update.

STILL waiting to hear about the Queen's Park house - keep your fingers crossed for us!... and on that front... Our dispute was successful - we're NOT going to be kicked out of our abode by month-end (phew!)... we do, however, need to be out by end of July.

*sigh*

HOLEEEE gimme a break, Universe!

So, since the last time I posted....

Ectopic pregnancy = SCG xray. NEVER want to do one of those again! ... that said, I see the need to know whether or not the other tube is viable. Hopefully all will be well - won't find out until next Thurs. though. I suppose if it isn't, then we'll be looking at IVF. Not so bad, but the risk of multiples is very high (remember the lady with octuplets? EEK!)

Oldest child broke her wrist after she fell *walking* to a May Day practice...

The house we're living in has been sold. Depending on the outcome of our dispute, we may have to be out of this house by the end of June. CRAP. We've been house hunting for several months now, to no avail. This is REALLY HARD. That said, and to that end, we went and saw an absolutely perfect-for-us house (rental) in the Queen's Park area... IN our price range. We're waiting to hear back. It's very hard to wait. PLEASE send us good juju.

I'm feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of not having a place to live in the very near future. The yukky anxiety pangs started this morning... I'm going to try some self-hypnosis to abate these symptoms tonight. Again - wish me luck.

... and now for a little reality...

Sadly we found out on Monday that the pregnancy was ectopic. I was rushed into emergency surgery and had to have my left fallopian tube removed, along with the thumb-sized growth that had taken over the tube. The loss of the potential baby hit me on Monday while I was waiting for surgery, but the gravity of the life-threatening situation didn't hit me until yesterday afternoon. Apparently I "should" have ruptured a couple of weeks ago... I'm not sure how I feel about that... shaken, certainly... - but I mean really... we're each in life-threatening situations daily... driving, waiting for a bus, walking down the street... I suppose that this was just more "immanent", as it were. Meantime, I'm trying to sort those feelings out (but not searching too hard for answers), resting my very sore belly and trying desperately to find SOMEthing on daytime TV.

So...

7 wks Pregnant, mortgage-approved and house hunting this weekend!

Egad.

Domesticity

Hmm.

We've been living together now for just over a month and it's been just amazing. We've both partnered-up before - me for 10 years, him for 7... so my thinking coming in was that we'd need time apart... "me" time, as it were - but honestly? We were laying together on the couch yesterday bemoaning the fact that the weekend was already nearly over and why, WHY couldn't we just have another day.

In this month several things have happened: he's gained 2 girls to parent (who absolutely love him), we've started putting a sincere effort into adding to our family and we got a pupppyyyyyyy!

... his name is Bear and he's AWESOME!

The girls have adapted SO well to the new house, the new school, the new puppy... and not least to the MUCH shorter commute to the ferry each weekend.

We still have much work to do towards unpacking and fixing up the house so that it's precisely what we need (the girls need new bedrooms downstairs so that we can have our planned office and nursery upstairs), but hey - it's pretty great. I'm very much looking forward to all of this because when it's done, it means we can fill up the hot tub and have a good, long soak.

Teehee.

Adjusting...

We're moved... we're living as a family... and EVERYthing that goes with that.

I'm having some serious problems with my 9 year old... yes, I know, 9 is a notoriously difficult age... but c'mon - I should NOT have to bodily install her at the school each morning. She's making friends - she comes home very happy. Getting her there is another issue altogether. Advice, anyone? Seriously.

In other news... we're in our new place in New Westminster (or The Mizzle, as Saint Aardvark calls it). Love it. LOVE IT. We have a lot of work to do to make the space entirely usable for ourselves (like tearing out carpet, building walls, drywalling the ceiling in the basement), but I'm actually looking forward to it!

My partner (Naked - his nickname for YEARS) is an amazing, amazing individual and I can't believe how lucky I am to have him in my life full-time. The girls ADORE him (and my youngest quite probably has a HUGE crush on him).

That's it for today. Have an amazing weekend.

PS - this is my 100th post! Wow.