98 days to go...

Holy crap.

So this pregnancy has sort of taken it's dear old time for me, for the most part. At least til 20 weeks...it seemed to DRAG on.

But now it seems to be FLYING. Yesterday, on one of my Ipod apps...i read "99 days to go.... almost 13 weeks".... 13 freakin' weeks. Oh My. And figure that to be 10 weeks til I am "full term" and can technically go anytime and he be healthy/ready. 10 weeks. Woa. Panic mode. LOL. HOORAY!!!

And he still has no room. I WAS feeling a sense of relief and accomplishment, and looking forward to this weekend. The plan was I was going to tackle the house cleaning that's been neglected due to our crazy busy weekends.....Paige was going to gut her room of her old toys, stuffed animals and books she no longer plays with....and Mike was to go to Home Depot and get the Sheetrock for the remaining wall that needs it....and buy the flooring boards to start building the basement office. FINALLY. A sense of movement. A sense of feeling like things are falling into place. A lot needs to be cleaned out down there.....I cant do ANYTHING in the office currently, since it is packed to the gills with office furniture & junk, all waiting to go downstairs. We cant just bring it down, cause the floor needs to be laid first.

FINALLY the floor is going down. My heart was lighter, the stress lighter, Ive been happier.

Then Mike just bust into my office, pissed off. His truck is making a horrid noise....he thinks its his bearings, which runs at about $600 for an F150. He stated to me he was going to be spending the weekend now fixing his truck and that was it.

I want to cry.

Actually, I am going to cry. This is never going to happen, is it? :-(.

By the way....we have $600 set aside for construction materials (the Sheetrock, plywood, and wood for the flooring....plus some extra for a shed we desperately need, so we're not doing laundry next to the lawnmower).

Thats our savings. And now it will go to the f'in truck. Seriously.

Where is the justice? Do we not work hard enough? Why can't things sometimes be easy?