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Yesterday was, by far, one of the most trying days of my life, let alone pregnancy, and today isn't looking to be much better. It's basically this gigantic, collosal cluster of bad that I cannot seem to escape, and it's not only toying with my anxiety, it's toying with depression.
The managers of the condo association we rent from decided to give us a notice saying we had until Halloween to sign a new lease at their "market value" or get out. Went down and these people suddenly want to jack the price up by $800 a month because of "exterior improvements". They mean they finally cleaned the rooves, re-painted the outside of the buildings, and brought in new planters and topiaries outside of the office building. Hardly an excuse for $800 additional when I'm STILL waiting on new carpet 4 years later. So now it's looking like I'm going to have to move while dealing with this low lying placenta drama.
THEN my mother demanded to be taken to the ER due to shortness of breath and pressure on her chest. She's 72 years old, hardly a spring chicken, so of course we took her. She demanded no one stay with her so we respected her wishes. Lo and behold they kept her over night and she's going in for surgery to have a pacemaker inserted. Her resting BPM was 30, 02 sats were at 100%, but the chambers of her heart aren't communicating correctly. So of course she starts telling me where all of her jewelry is hidden, money is stashed, what she wants done etc etc and I'm wigging out because I'm not ready to say goodbye to my mother no matter how meddlesome and tiring her attitude can be.
My eldest sister is a recluse that doesn't want to know anyone or anything regardless of emergency status, my youngest sister is in her own world and I can't hold a serious conversation with her aside from letting her know what's going on with my mother... And we've been estranged from the rest of my mother's family since 2001 and now I have to figure out how to call them after they've ignored my EVERY attempt to get back in touch with them to play the role of information regarding what's going on. So pretty much I need to just call and be like "Yeah. I know you hate me and abandoned me when I was 12 because of a stupid fight you got into with my mother, but you should know she's having heart surgery."
I was up until 2am because of it, had a panic attack, am relatively miserable. DS wakes up at 6:43am and DH decides it's appropriate to wake me up out of a sound sleep to have me "deal with it", which means getting up and watching cartoons and taking care of DS until DH wakes up... Which won't be until noon unless I wake him up sooner... And you'd best be believing that I fully intend to. 10 am, because I'm generous, unless the phone rings from the hospital earlier.
So... Yeah... I know this isn't all pregnancy related, but I felt the need to vent to like minds because I'm feeling very closed off, isolated, and alone right now. It's now nearly 8 am here and I'm 100% not ready to adult today. At all.
The managers of the condo association we rent from decided to give us a notice saying we had until Halloween to sign a new lease at their "market value" or get out. Went down and these people suddenly want to jack the price up by $800 a month because of "exterior improvements". They mean they finally cleaned the rooves, re-painted the outside of the buildings, and brought in new planters and topiaries outside of the office building. Hardly an excuse for $800 additional when I'm STILL waiting on new carpet 4 years later. So now it's looking like I'm going to have to move while dealing with this low lying placenta drama.
THEN my mother demanded to be taken to the ER due to shortness of breath and pressure on her chest. She's 72 years old, hardly a spring chicken, so of course we took her. She demanded no one stay with her so we respected her wishes. Lo and behold they kept her over night and she's going in for surgery to have a pacemaker inserted. Her resting BPM was 30, 02 sats were at 100%, but the chambers of her heart aren't communicating correctly. So of course she starts telling me where all of her jewelry is hidden, money is stashed, what she wants done etc etc and I'm wigging out because I'm not ready to say goodbye to my mother no matter how meddlesome and tiring her attitude can be.
My eldest sister is a recluse that doesn't want to know anyone or anything regardless of emergency status, my youngest sister is in her own world and I can't hold a serious conversation with her aside from letting her know what's going on with my mother... And we've been estranged from the rest of my mother's family since 2001 and now I have to figure out how to call them after they've ignored my EVERY attempt to get back in touch with them to play the role of information regarding what's going on. So pretty much I need to just call and be like "Yeah. I know you hate me and abandoned me when I was 12 because of a stupid fight you got into with my mother, but you should know she's having heart surgery."
I was up until 2am because of it, had a panic attack, am relatively miserable. DS wakes up at 6:43am and DH decides it's appropriate to wake me up out of a sound sleep to have me "deal with it", which means getting up and watching cartoons and taking care of DS until DH wakes up... Which won't be until noon unless I wake him up sooner... And you'd best be believing that I fully intend to. 10 am, because I'm generous, unless the phone rings from the hospital earlier.
So... Yeah... I know this isn't all pregnancy related, but I felt the need to vent to like minds because I'm feeling very closed off, isolated, and alone right now. It's now nearly 8 am here and I'm 100% not ready to adult today. At all.