So, I promised y’all my reasons for not being able to blog this week.

Here they are, in all their glory.

Sunday:

1. After a great visit & playtime with my father in law (pics to follow another day), we the BG did yard work for several hours. Sometime between the BG finishing the front lawn at 5:30 and us finishing dinner at 6:00, my van was broken into in our driveway in broad daylight and a bunch of money was stolen.

Monday:

2. Oops. How did that happen?

Spent the rest of the day alternately calling everyone, being really excited and shitting my pants. I’m due at New Years. I couldn’t wait to tell you all but had to tell all the real life folks first so I just didn’t blog at all.

3. Cold turkey caffeine withdrawal. ‘Nuf said.

Tuesday:

4. Spent the whole day experiencing my new diagnosis, PBPD.

(Pregnancy Bi-Polar Disorder)

Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, we can’t afford another one yet.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, we were going to buy a new house this fall.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, I have to go back to work right away to get 600 hours in before December.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, I just wore my first real bra in a year and a half.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, I just finally packed away all my maternity clothes and fat pants.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, I just put all the newborn stuff away in a bin in the back of the storage room.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, I wanted to lose 30 more pounds before getting pregnant.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, why am I being such an ungrateful bitch when we have so many friends struggling with infertility.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, I haven’t even finished the boy’s pregnancy album. I guess I’d better get on that. I’ll do both at once.
Yay! We’re having a baby!
Shit, I have to find childcare for the boy for June. I really don’t want to leave him.
Yay! We’re having a baby!

And so on. Ad nauseum.

Wednesday:

5. My dad got the results of his re-scan and the cancer is back. Here we go again with the chemo. Much stronger this time.

If anyone can help drum up business at the Cancer Sucks Store, we’d sure appreciate it. And thanks to whomever bought a hat yesterday. I’d hug you if I could.

6. Met with my principal. Don’t know where I’ll be working - maybe my own classroom; maybe covering someone else’s mat leave for June; maybe who the hell knows.

Thursday:

7. Met with the boy’s babysitter for June. She’s fab. He loved her and loved all the kids. He didn’t want to leave. She doesn’t have room for him for September.

8. Ten minutes before the downloaded Jericho (Aside: Are you watching Jericho? You should be. Freaking awesome.) would have been over and we were headed to bed, our carbon monoxide detector starts beeping. We call 911 & are told to evacuate. We kennel up the cat and leash the dogs. Chloe goes out on the step and the BG takes the dogs for a walk. The detector has since stopped beeping so I stand, all bundled and ready, outside the boy’s room waiting for the fire fighters. They come and tell me to let him sleep (he has a breathing sensor in his bed so we knew he was okay). They get no CO reading, and call the gas company for a backup reading with their more sophisticated equipment. We walk the dogs some more, and trade off because it’s freaking freezing. Chloe gets to come inside but has to stay in her kennel - just in case. The gas company comes and, again, no reading. We just need to air out the detector outside (and will buy 2 new ones, just in case). The boy, thank God, sleeps through it all. We finally get to bed at midnight and fall into a deep exhausted (pregnant) slumber and at 12:30 the boy wakes up screaming with tooth pain. I’m with him until 6 am.

Friday:

9. Today was supposed to be our day to go visit Leah (who I love and was totally excited to see) but her daughter has an ear infection and the boy slept until 10:15 am so we had to postpone.

What next?