Spring break is supposed to be just like my picture above. The ocean. The beach. The hot sun. Fun with special people. And while I did get to spend Thursday through Sunday with Mark in Florida, it’s been nothing but stress since I got home—and I haven’t even looked at my school e-mail! I just can’t handle that right now.
I found out today that the house I wanted to rent in South City was rented out to someone else. I’m so bummed. We had an appointment to look at it next Saturday, and I was so hoping that it would be the place where I’d live. But no. So today, I’ve been working to get mom into the places that are still potentials on my list and then hoping that the stay open so Mark and I can look at them next week. I had a few that were false advertisements—one that had people living in the basement, and another that was advertised that it allowed pets…but they wanted to see the pets beforehand. Like I’m going to make a special trip home with my dogs. Right. I just want to say to these people: you do realize that I am losing my husband for a year so he can defend YOUR FREEDOM, right? So give me a break, and let me rent your *@!#ing house! There are SO many homes in our range that we could afford to buy, but it’s not smart to buy for just a year. I just wish I knew where I would be living!
On top of all of this, I haven’t ovulated yet, so I have to go into Walter Reed for an ultrasound tomorrow. So frustrating. I was so confident everything was going to work out this time. Last time I had that perfect colored test that said I was ovulating, and I didn’t get pregnant. That was on Day 16 of my cycle. Now I’m on Day 17 and nothing. So tomorrow they look to see what my follicles are doing, and hopefully they are doing something that makes the docs think I am ovulating. I may be getting bloodwork done and maybe I’ll even have to give myself a shot. So awesome.
I feel like I have hit my peak in life already. Things were so good in my late twenties. Thirty-one has been the shittiest year I have ever had. And I don’t see how 32 will be good, especially since my husband is going to be gone. Blah is my feeling today. I wish I was back at the beach watching the sunset…but back to life, back to reality.
