It’s been nearly a year since I’ve had the deep seated desire to write. Not saying I haven’t written anything — far from it, but just nothing I felt inspired to share with anyone. I’m not particularly inclined to do so even now, but I am forcing this because I know it will lead to good things eventually (very vague — bear with me. I’m beyond rusty.) Even just having a couple people read what I write and empathize with me in spirit can’t do anything but improve my lot in life. Not that things are bad. In some ways, life hasn’t ever been better. In other ways, I feel more trapped and impotent than ever. If you are so inclined, read on…
Brief overview of the past year or so:
September 2012:
- While living in a small, funky in-law apartment in Daly City, CA (literally a few blocks from our hometown — San Francisco) with my hubby, almost-2-year-old son, and energetic, spastic dog, I am in the process of attempting to add to my brood. Meaning, I am trying to get pregnant again in earnest. (This is VERY hard for me to write/admit to. I absolutely detest the phrase “we’re trying” and the accompanying split-second image of whoever has spoken those words doin’ the deed. SHUDDER!)
- Armando (hubby) and I bought tickets to Maui for the end of November and proceed to get the little monkey boy very excited about our upcoming trip.
October 2012:
- Jackpot! I’m pregnant! Uh oh… Reality sets in. Our place will be too small for four…
- Overwhelming fatigue hits. Not as easy to weather with a toddler who doesn’t watch television or DVDs yet. I decide it might be time to bend that rule a bit. Besides, he’s considerably smarter than most midgets his age, so that should mean he can handle it, right????
November 2012:
- Nausea and vomiting enter my life (again). I begin to worry about what the treacherous, endless, curvy road to Hana (in Maui) will be like — the image of me barfing out of the passenger-side window every ten minutes, even while passing myriads of waterfalls, doesn’t seem very idyllic.
- Solution! Our Maui trip is cancelled (aunt’s husband is hospitalized and for some reason — call me callous — that means we can’t stay in their beachside guest cottage anymore… for now.)
- Heavy, intense rainstorms cause flooding in our apartment. Our bedroom carpet is completely soaked, and our son’s bedroom begins to smell very…wet. His accompanying persistent cough and a phone conversation with my general contractor father leads to us checking out of our apartment, and into a hotel. (“That’s Hawaii!” our son joyfully shouts as we near it. We have to explain the reality while he looks slightly bummed.)
December 2012:
- Still living in a hotel (in Burlingame, no less), eating all our meals out and spending way more money than we have.
- Nausea is still being a real bummer for me (and everyone around me, no doubt.)
- Leo turns 2
- We begin looking for a new place, since mold isn’t something I’m willing to overlook while pregnant and raising my kid (whose cough has mysteriously stopped.)
- After being invited to do so, we move into my mom’s cousin’s home In Brisbane while we figure out what to do.
- It’s determined that since there is no available place we can afford in the Bay Area, Leo and I are moving in with my folks in LAS VEGAS (!!!) while Armando stays put, moves in with his family and looks for work out there. We give ourselves three months maximum of being apart.
- With the help of my mom and her cousin, Mague, we pack up our apartment as quickly as possible, hire some random movers on craigslist to move our stuff into a rental truck. My mom and Mague drive the truck (along with the dog) down to Vegas.
- Leo and I say a horrible, tearful goodbye to “Dada” and take a plane down to Vegas.
- The rest of the month I spend crying, vomiting, and missing my husband and city.
January 2013:
- We have a couple visits from Armando, which go by far too quickly, and end in tears at the airport.
- Nausea begins to have mercy on me and subsides toward the end of the month. I no longer feel as if I have an endless bout of the flu and life improves somehow.
- Leo has a blast with my mom and enjoys their incredible yard. But once or twice he pines for home.
February 2013:
- I continue being pregnant, missing Armando and wishing there was some other solution. (Can you see why I wasn’t writing much at this point? Geez!)
- My dog gets attacked by my parents’ strange, Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde dog. He gets some serious ear injuries which require stitches and end up more or less healing in a couple weeks.
- Leo and I go to San Francisco to see the dentist and the chiropractor, respectively (our dental/chiro benefits do not extend to Las Vegas). We spend time with friends and enjoy the gorgeous city we left behind.
- I decide to stop seeing my OB-GYN and switch to a midwife. A homebirth is a possibility I am leaning toward more and more, due in part to the astronomical C-section rate in Las Vegas.
March 2013:
- We had determined that this was the month that Armando would move to Las Vegas, but with no prospect of a job yet, it seems smarter to keep things the way they are for a bit longer and thereby continue having an income and benefits.
- Our Las Vegas house, which we bought a year and half prior and which we had been renting out for a year, is vacant, and we begin talk of improvements/repairs to make before we move in.
- Another trip to San Francisco, to attend a wedding. The trip was very enjoyable, until Leo catches croup and is in terrible shape, leading to an emergency room visit (as he burned of fever in my arms, lethargic and nearly unresponsive.) It is determined that due to the ear infection that is discovered, he is in no shape to fly home to Las Vegas.
- Our tickets have to be cancelled and we extend our stay in SF by another week, as I use herbs to try to cure my baby.
- Leo and I take the Amtrak train to Los Angeles, where we are met by my mom, brother and brother’s fiance, and are driven back to Las Vegas.
April 2013:
- I catch Leo’s croup and it lasts nearly three weeks, thanks to my “condition.”
- Another trip from Armando. Another horrible goodbye.
- Still no job for him in Las Vegas.
- Boogie is again attacked by my parents’ dog. This ear injury is serious enough for another trip to the vet. He gets stitched up and put on antibiotics and pain meds.
May 2013:
- Work on our house begins in earnest, thanks to my family.
- FINALLY, Armando moves to Las Vegas, sans job. We just care that we are together again!
- Dog is attacked AGAIN, and his injuries are so bad the vet has to see him multiple times and even put him under to stitch him up properly. We are feeling pretty stupid at this point and the vet makes it clear we are not to ever put the two dogs together again.
- It begins to get hot…………….
June 2013:
- We move into our new house, with its fresh paint and new floors.
- Leo begins sleeping in his own room and bed. Hallelujah!
- On Friday, June 28, at 6:19am, Lucas is born at home (as planned) in a birth tub. He is 6 lbs. 4 oz., 20 inches long. (Post about my home birth experience to come…)
July 2013:
Now we are up to speed. I don’t know if anyone is still reading after that not-quite-riveting blow-by-blow account, but I will pretend that someone is, in fact, still out there reading.
Yesterday, Armando was offered a job. It’s a part time job with no benefits BUT it has major potential for growth and that is what we are betting on.
Our boys are healthy and happy and are getting along fine (one of them is a newborn, so getting along well isn’t much of a shocker at this point.)
So… we are now residents of Las Vegas. Yay.