Moving Again?

We may have found a house to rent for the next year. It would actually be rent-free (WHEN does that happen?!), and we would do some work on the house (written down before moving in).

Right now we are going over pros and cons of moving to a place of our own before Jacob leaves, or staying with my parents and saving money. I have to say, moving out is really tempting today.

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My stomach has been fine… but I also haven’t been eating much. If fact, I’m well on my way of losing that baby toddler weight. I’ve lost 12 pounds in 10 days. Not healthy, not my way of doing it, but it’s keeping the attacks at bay. I can’t have another one before we move TOMORROW!!

As I type this Jacob is getting a head start on loading the U-Haul. He’s out there now loading up totes. What a man. It’s still hot, Hot, HOT! Hopefully the rain will cool us off a little.

I look around at the apartment. I remember the day we moved in and how Peter toddled and fell with tiny steps. Now he’s jumping and running and growing up so quick.

 

Bittersweet, moving on.

My new thing: Gallbladder attacks

You know when you are super busy and then BAM!!! you get hit like a bus with something?

Monday I woke up to upper stomach pain. Jacob was at work and Peter (thankfully) was really well behaved. It started around 6 or so. I was able to sleep through it (with Peter) until Peter woke up around 8. Then it started getting back. Jacob was due to get off work at Noon and so I was going to try to make it until then.

However, by 10:30, I thought I was dying. I called Jacob and begged him to get off work early. He was home in a half an hour (11 am). Between 10:30 and 11 I had my peak of pain. Alone, with Peter. And by this time Peter was hungry. I threw a juice box, crackers and cheese at him until Jacob could feed him better and put in another kids movie. I was able to offer up my pain for a personal intention. Afterward, I questioned offering it up for that specific intention, wondering if it caused more pain to happen. 😉

Jacob was on the phone from 11 to 12 trying to find someone that takes our insurance. We don’t have a provider because we’ve never needed health-care and mainly got it for emergencies and Peter. I was :this: close to asking him to take me to the ER when the pain started to back off. Then I fell asleep for 3 hours and felt weak and almost hungover for the rest of the day.

That morning I made an appointment with the chiropractor, thinking maybe something was wrong with my back?! Jacob drove me to the appointment and dropped me off (Jacob and Peter went to the Toy Store to play). I talked to the Chiropractor and he showed me where to push under my ribs to see if it was a gallbladder attack or not. If it is: the pain is so intense you want to jack the person that touched  you. If it doesn’t hurt like that, it’s probably not the gallbladder. He then did his amazing stuff and unlocked my hip from it’s socket (it happens from time to time) and adjusted the rest of my back.

I saw a poster and ask randomly asked (God Breeze), “can you see if I have a broken tailbone (or coccyx)?” He said, sure. With just a few almost embarrassing moves, he was able to tell me that I did indeed have a broken coccyx. Instead of curving, my was at a sharp 90* angle. I forget, until I have pain, how much my tailbone hurt after Peter was born. And since I had a c-section, I was sitting down a lot. It still causes me pain if I sit for a extended period of time, and on almost any car trip. Just another drop in the bucket to help me process Peter’s birth more.

My mom told me the next day that my sister (three states away) had a gallbladder attack that same time and went to the ER for it.

THEN yesterday happened.

I went to bed too late, around 1:30. At 3:30 I awoke with stomach pain. I didn’t assume it was a gallbladder attack, as I have other stomach issues, but when I couldn’t get comfy in bed and then realized that OH NO IT’S ANOTHER GALLBLADDER ATTACK, and it’s at night. I was able to surf the web to look for ways to stop it online, before the pain started to get too intense. I woke up Jacob, waved him into the hallway (Peter took my spot and wakes up easily). I tearfully said that I was having another gallbladder attack. We went into the living room and he looked online for help and I tried (unsuccessfully) to find a spot that stopped the pain. I then asked Jacob to pray over me and with me. I then laid in a frog-like position, with my stomach barely grazing the floor and my knees spread far far apart, and asked him to rub my back in a small area. Every once in a while I would try a new position, but couldn’t stay in it for very long and went back to the frog/Jacob rubbing position. I could concentrate on his movements and not about the pain.

Peter woke up around 6 and Jacob changed his diaper, got him water and a cheese stick and Curious George to watch. Jacob then continued rubbing me.

The pain started to intensify and sharpen. I pulled a blanket over my head and upper body and proceed to sob and cry. Jacob continued his rubbing and started to say the Rosary for me. I was offering up my suffering for my sister. I remember to pray before the peak and after the peak. During the peak I just tried to concentrate of Jacob’s hand on my back. The peak lasted longer then last time, lasting as long as a Rosary (about 20 minutes). After I peaked Jacob took care of Peter and the dog again (Peter was in the same room as us). I was moving to get out from under the blanket and I heard Peter say, “where’s Mama?” and when I got out from under it he proudly said, “Here she is!” It made me smile.

I walked and hummed around our apartment for a while. The weirdest thing is before the peak the pain was right under my right rib and back and after the peak of pain it was more central and lower. There is just felt like I was kicked or hit in the stomach. It was semi-hard to get my breath. Jacob took my temp several times and checked the color of my eyes, make sure we didn’t need to go to the ER. Indicating infection and treatment needed.

We still haven’t received calls back from the several Doctor’s offices from Monday. We are just going to wait until we are moved and find a doctor there.

We have several remedies to try next time if I have another gallbladder attack. Mine attacks are strange in the way I didn’t overeat, eat spicy food or even fatty food. We are still trying to pin point what is causing it to happen. Apparently it is hereditary and the woman in my family have all had problems with it starting at this age!! I find that amazing and interesting. My mom can control hers by diet and my Aunt and Grandma both had their gallbladder removed.

Needless to say, this isn’t what I thought I would be getting down this week!! I was pretty much worthless two days this week and haven’t been able to pack or clean! I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with what we have left to do. Tomorrow I will not be able to pack or clean and will be writing about the GREAT reason why tomorrow!

We MOVE in exactly one week. Wednesday we need to have the kitchen cleaned thoroughly and have to have everything packed up by Thursday. Friday we are moving everything down to the U-Haul and are cleaning Friday night and Saturday. Saturday we are actually moving from KS to IA.

YIKES!

Time keeps on ticking, into the future

I hear the clock tock louder then usual today. Every hour is one hour closer to moving. I started to hyperventilate think about it more. I am a planner and I confess, I made an excel spreadsheet about our move.

Dates left, Days Jacob works, Days we have a planned activity, and what I want to get done each day. I feel like a have a little more control after typing it all out.

Thankfully our apartment is not HUGE, but when moving it sure feels like it. Next Wednesday we are moving all our stuff to the dining room and the back of our living room. Leaving Peter’s room mostly untouched until the night before the move. We hope to move everything into the U-Haul Friday then have more time to clean Friday night and Saturday. We have a three page check off list of things to do before leaving. We will be going to Hometown to unload what we need, maybe drop Peter off at other set of Grandparent’s and go to take the rest of things to storage for a couple months.

Jacob has today off and I’m going to take advantage of it. We are going to go to Gage Park to ride the Mini-Train. Yesterday Peter told us: “Get Money, buy ticket, ride train!” We laughed so hard. He’s been talking about ‘his’ moneys and now I know why. He wants to get money to ride the train. ::So cute:: I’m loving this age! Then we are going to pack the rest of our bedroom (mostly done), do laundry for the last time here, the linen closet, and the bathroom.

We have been talking more and more about moving a couple times a day and how we are going to live with Grandma and Papa Bruce for a while. At this time, he seems okay with it. My sister-in-law will be watching Peter the day of the move. We are going to have him move some of his toys to the car he is riding in and also the U-Haul. He will then be whisked away so we can haul butt to get things done.

Pray for us as we get ready to move this week and next. I don’t know how much I’ll be writing. I have a couple things in drafts that I may flesh out to post while I’m moving.

 

Moving: The countdown continues

As we hover just above two weeks before moving I find myself taking deep breathes and wiping away tears. I’m nervous about moving. How it will affect Peter, how it will be living in my parent’s basement, how Jacob will transition over to the military…

We still have a lot to do.

The three come on, THREE pages list of things the apartment complex wants us to do in the apartment. I have to say, not all the stains are coming out of the carpet, especially the raspberry vinaigrette that spilled on the carpet in the dining room. The pictures are all taken down. We still have up our Crucifixes, the calendars, the clock, and Peter’s decoration in his room.

When we figured out in April that we would be moving in the future, date unknown at that time, I made a checklist. We decided that we would move 8 weeks before our leave date. I’ve been looking and reading my checklist, and now I find myself behind. Or rather feeling like I’m behind. I think we will be fine, but today I’m in a little bit of a panic. After being away for two weeks, I feel like I want to snatch them back and hold tightly onto them in my fist. The days are slipping through like water and I know this will happen again before Jacob leaves. I’m putting part of my emotions of him leaving into this leave. It’s just one more step closer to him leaving.

Jacob has given his two weeks at work and lined up a part-time job in Hometown (we will both be signing up to sub in the school district). We have given notice to break our lease.

Peppered throughout the rest of the days are Zoo dates (elephant trainings and Lion bone days) we want to see. The last appointments crammed in, dates with friends, and Jacob’s work days. On top of that is still all the packing and cleaning that we need to do.

Change of address, returning items, disconnecting services. All of these things are swimming around in my head. Waiting for the day to do them.

I’m still on the 3 weeks before moving list… I looked at the 2 weeks before move list and whimper. I used to like moving. Before Peter was born, before I married Jacob. I could pack, clean and move within two days. Now it takes longer… much longer. 🙂

Moving ~I may die, less than a month!

28 days until we move.

Ironic to me that I’m not at our apartment! Peter and I are in Iowa! Helping my parents clean the three car garage and house. I have about 30 totes in there from when I was teaching. I have decluttered and donated 5 of them and am going to go through them again this week. The items that I do not get rid I’m doing a couple things to them.

1. I’m going to make sure like items are together.

2. I’m going to write down what is in every tote!

3. I’m going to number the outside of the tote.

4. I’m going to put that data together in an excel spreadsheet.

I’m doing these things because I’ve lived out of totes before. If I don’t know what’s in each tote, I can’t find it and use it. I don’t want to waste what we have because we can’t find it.

Once everything is numbered, I’m moving them all to storage. The same storage place we will be renting a moving a lot of our things to at the end of July.

I’ve already starting number totes at our apartment, I’m up to 14! Jacob is still at our apartment working, cleaning, and packing! We gave out notice to our Landlord and our HUGE, never going to get it done in time cleaning list.

My sister’s old room is being a temporary room for Peter and his cousin (that also lives with my parents part-time).

moving countdown, starts now.

I have six weeks to pack up our apartment and move. We are going to move in with my parents until a place opens up in our Hometown. This means condensing our two bedroom apartment into my old bedroom and the playroom. I would like to live a more minimalist life, mainly because I hate dusting.

The thing is, we are still living in totes from the last move 15 months ago. We own things that will come in handy once we have a house and visitors. However, we’re not needing it right now. I go back and forth of selling or Goodwilling many of our things or keeping them because we don’t have the money to buy them once we are on our own again.

I have gone through all the totes in our apartment and decluttered 3 totes worth. We have 14 totes left of things that I think we should keep. 3 of those totes are Christmas totes. 4 of those totes are Peter’s baby clothes that we are keeping for the next kiddo. 2 are decorations that I’ve already put away… plus more. 🙂
Oh also in those 6 short weeks, I have to drive up to Hometown and help my parents get ready on their end (probably for a week), have my BFF come and visit for 4 days, and my niece come and visit for 3 days… So really, I have 4 weeks at home to get ready to go.

 

What do you think? Storage fees for 10 months or less, or getting rid and buying new (to us) later?

What would be your ‘have to haves’ while living in one bedroom?