Married? With Children?!

Yeah, that’s a really cheesy title. But it caught your attention, didn’t it. Suckers.

This is going to be a quick post about future marriage and future baby-makin’… because I have a lot in my head and if I get this out, I can flush out a huge post over the weekend about it. I know, you’re excited.

Marriage: It might be happening, for me and Fil, that is. I know I said we wouldn’t waste our money on it, but it may be a situation where we spend little-to-no money of our own. Ooh.

Baby makin’: We might be moving out of our dreadful apartment sooner rather than April, so you’re soon going to be seeing “is this temp normal around ovulation?” questions… lots of questions. Oh and so much sperm talk you’ll be turned off the stuff for years. (I really just did that to tag this Sperm)

Did that tantalise your tastebuds? I hope so.

Cheers, Friday is three days away!

Alarming

At this early hour, one might ask “what is any sensible, 2nd shift living, college-going, mom doing up?”

One might answer – “going insane.”

Fil had to work early, early today. I mean, 6 a.m. early. So we snuggled into bed at 12:30, preparing for an hour of down time, and a 4 hour power nap (she works better on less sleep, when it comes down to it). I innocently set the alarm clock – the one on my cell phone – and proceeded through our nightly ritual. Snuggling, a little fighting over space, pillows, blankets, her annoying “soothing” process of rubbing her calloused toe against my ankle, etc. etc.

Things were lovely, she fell asleep record fast and so did I, even though I sort of flailed tirelessly for 20+ minutes until my body finally relaxed. Nevertheless, we slept.

Through our alarm.

Until 6:30.

Panic stricken, Fil immediately dialed work and I dashed into the closet, tossing her work clothes onto the bed. In the bathroom I killed a few bugs that lingered around the sink – too early for the bugs to make a b-line outta the danger zone, even – and squirted ample toothpaste onto our toothbrush.

Fire doused at work – apparently her manager is so used to late employees and no-shows he didn’t  care, and was thrilled that she had the decency to call and apologize unlike her peers – Fil stumbled haphazardly through the morning routine, at top speed, and we were off.

Now I’m home, bleary eyed and longing to crawl back into bed, effortlessly succumbing to dreamless sleep. How lovely does that sound.

And trust me, I would do JUST that if it weren’t for the nagging hunger that’s starting to bite at me. Or the fact that I should study for the biology assessment test that I should take today*. For some reason I just can’t bring myself to scarf a bowl of Life or open up the page of notes on lipids and cell lysis.

So, here I am. Sitting on our cube (instead of comfortably tucked into the arm chair in order to stay awake) with an aching back, anticipating that moment when my brain says “sleep” and I can crawl back into bed for at least two more hours.

On another note, yesterday we made pancakes (which, for a while, seemed like a disaster) special chocolate-blueberry pancakes because Fil and JT wanted chocolate and blueberry. JT and I had seen an episode of Food Network’s Diners, Drive-in’s & Dives where some restaurant in the middle of nowhere put CAP’N CRUNCH on pancakes. So we decided to try it. Rather, I did. You probably should try it out, because, oddly enough, it’s good.

And on yet another note, as we drove to Mother’s on Saturday, Fil and I decided that the area Mother’s is in (for those who know Austin, the west-Airport, Duval/45th street area) would be the place to move. Not only is it walking distance from our favorite restaurant, but it’s also a really lovely neighborhood. We agreed that in about a year we’d start looking for HOUSES to buy. Excited!!!

* The biology assessment test is used to benchmark a students biology knowledge. In order to get into, say, anatomy, one must past the BA with a satisfactory – which is a C. I’ve honestly been postponing the BA for a year because I had a plain ol’ wretched biology teacher in high school (need I say, fundamentalist Christian who openly DENIED evolution and proposed teaching creationism?) and I’m nervous I didn’t learn enough to scoot by. But, who knows, I did take A&P, medmicro and patho in high school. Maybe THOSE classes taught me enough.

No one in this world….

My sweet Fil and I moved ourselves on May 15th and were done the Sunday following that Thursday. We did it. Here it is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/17721552@N00/sets/72157605205569629/ (I’m having some trouble getting just a title to appear. It’s never done this to me before *twitch*)

I can’t describe how wonderful it is to be in our own place. I love being able to roll out of bed and go to the restroom without worrying if my roommates will see me peeing. I love sitting on my bed naked while I brush my teeth and watch TV. I love not fighting for the kitchen or the pantry. I love not asking to use the computer. I love not having to clean up after Buddha or our roommates or having to soak pans for days in order to un-stick the food that we cooked. I love that JT has a bedroom of his own, that he can play in his room when he wants – which is all the time. I love not sharing a bathroom with him. I love having Nefi.

Mostly I just love being on our own. Finally.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to enjoy that freedom and watch cartoons with my son.

** On an interesting side note, on the first day of the move we were building JT’s fold-out couch and he was sitting there watching TV with us. Fil needed something and said “Michael, can you pass me that …” and he didn’t respond, just continued to watch TV. I stared at her with an open mouth shocked expression. She simply repeated herself, but with JT this time, and he passed her whatever it was. I whispered quietly “baby, you called him Michael” and she admitted that she’d been thinking about Michael and just having a baby in general. It was a really awkward moment for me, because I was the only one who caught it.

A Mother’s Day Post, post-Mother’s Day

Well, yep… yesterday was Mother’s day.

It was … well, very quiet, very uneventful in the grand scheme of Mother’s Days. At around one A.M. my lovely son offered to “take me out” to get Taco Cabana breakfast taco’s as my mother’s day present. (He felt soooo horrible about not getting a REAL present for me, so he felt like THE MAN.)

On the actual day of Mother’s Day, Fil and I switched out the entertainment centers in the living room (the one that was in there before was ours, so we hauled one in from the storage shed) and packed up pretty much all of JT’s toys except for his DS. After all that was done, Fil treated me to IHOP, Cold Stone Creamery (she had banana and it tasted EXACTLY like a banana) and some movies. She sucked it up and rented 27 Dresses, which I thought was hilarious AND sweet.

We only have two more days after today, and then we’re out and on our own. FINALLY!

Happy Belated Mother’s Day to all you wonderful mothers out there!

I Want To

There are a lot of “I want to”s floating around the small corner of paradise I call my own.

I want to kick back and relax, stop worrying about the apartment and money.

I want to be done with enrolling JT in school and be confident that he has somewhere to go come the first day of school.

I want to have what Fil and I had before, where we could barely keep our hands off of each other, let alone keep our clothes on.

I want to just MOVE and get it over with.

I want to be ready, in Fil’s mind, to “start” finding a donor.

I want to know if my Creative Writing professor got my final project for her class.

I want to know where Riverside Campus is so I can take my Philosophy test tomorrow.

I want a baby.

I want my son and goddaughter to listen to me.

I want to hear Baby B giggle for the first time.

But most of all?

I want quiet.

For one day I want the house to be quiet, to not tick and twitch with the other inhabitants being nervous or anxious or worrying about something. I don’t want the house to shiver with the roars of children as they barrel down the hallway with pillows and bouncy balls. I want the house to exhale quietly while I lay in bed and soak in the noise-less-ness. I just… want.

But I know if I get that, that quiet I yearn for so completely, I will miss the noise. I will miss the sound of my son thudding into a wall at Mach 3. I will miss the sound of Buddha howling music at the top of her lungs. I will miss the common noises that fill and make my life whole. And I know that when we move I will miss it all so deeply, I may go insane. There’s a good ALMOST 2 weeks where it’ll just be me, alone, in the new big apartment.

I know it’ll make the baby-craze thing worse. I tend to grow anxious with silence over a long period of time. I will want to fill it with noise, with music or TV or a loudly purring cat or just something because eventually the ringing in my ears is too much.

Do you ever get that? Where the silence around you starts to ring and vibrate so loudly it becomes more of a nuisance? I feel that the most on the days when Beavis is out of the house while I’m at home.

Perhaps that dream for pristine silence only comes when I’m most stressed, huh? Because my god I’m so stressed right now.

Great googly-moogly

So, with a grand total of 10 days ticking down to the BIG MOVE (which I will shorten down to BM, nothing like bowl movement) Fil and I have officially gone BEYOND nesting. Above and beyond.

We are now the proud owner of 3 tubes of scrubbing bubbles wipes, Lysol dysenfectant wipes, 3 spray bottles of Fantastik, 3 carpet deodorizers specially formulated for pet odors, 1 Oust surface and air, 3 Glade air fresheners, 2 Glade scented oil warmers, 2 bottles of Pledge multi-surface, 2 bottles of Shout stain remover, Scrubbing Bubbles toilet bowl cleaner replacement heads, Draino, 18 pieces of Tupperware, plenty o’ detergent, dish soap, dishwasher tabs, sponges and JetDry dishwasher cleaner.

Are we ready for the apartment? Yeah, I’d say so.

Are we ready to clean most of central Texas after the apocalypse? Yeah, and if you live near us, we’ll pop by and clean up for free!

See, the reason we have SOOO much in the cleaning supply department (not to mention Tupperware oh, and Ziploc big bags for our clothes) is because Fil found a lot of UNUSED, UNTOUCHED manufacturers coupon booklets at work. Like, “$1 off ANY Fantastik product”. So we went to Wal-Mart (where they’re the cheapest) and stocked up. A few of these items were FREE, like the air freshener ($.94 with a $1 off coupon!!). It’s incredibly exciting, for me at least, since my job as housewife type is to CLEAN.

I’m very pumped up that we’ve successfully made it to the 10 day mark. By this June we should be well settled and adjusted to the increase in expenses. So, hopefully, if all has gone well, we’ll start the TTC journey, in its official sense.

** If you would like a coupon book, I have 2 sitting in front of me, totally untouched. E-mail me your address and I’ll pop it in the mail one I’ve gotten some stamps. e.y.doyle@gmail.com

Some things

We’re doing it, we’re moving!

Well, I’ve already kind of said that, but it’s way official! Not only were we approved, we put down our $200 deposit and we’re packing our things. We’ll be moving May 15th – 16th so I will be MIA with a very good reason!

I’ll also be MIA for a few days this week because my computer is being rather bad and needs to go see the computer doctors at Circuit City (where it was bought and can receive a free fixin’), so I’m not sure how long I’ll be out for.

This whole moving thing brings a whole new side of life to the surface. I’m very used to only two life styles, so far. Living with just my parents and living with my roommates. I’m so excited about moving into this new place and finally getting to have a life with just my wife and son. I think we’ve earned it.

But our roommates have different ideas. Beavis is scared of what it’ll be like without us. She’s afraid she’ll be all alone and stuck with responsibilities she so readily pawned off on myself and Fil. She also realises that without myself and Fil, there’s no escape from her husband. Her husband, however, is ecstatic at the amount of freedom that comes with us moving out, including the extra perk of getting his wife’s undivided attention (once again).

JT is just happy that he finally gets his own room, his own bathroom and most of all, peace and quite away from Buddha, who is just becoming more of a nuisance.

So, that’s all for now, let’s hope that my computer gets fixed all good and proper tomorrow!

We’re Moving!!

I know these posts are commonly found when the poster is moving blogs, but no, I’m really moving! Fil, JT and I are picking up our roots and moving on. We’ve found a decent apartment in a really amazing community – albeit not the BEST neighborhood in Austin – for the remarkably low price of $680 a month (2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms).

As you know we’ve struggled for months with our roommates. They have always had more control, more space, more in general than we have had. Their daughter has completely taken over every single space in the house that JT could possibly occupy and they continue to take advantage of Fil and I in every aspect (cleaning the house, etc.)

We are all incredibly excited to be moving out of this space. However, it’s been thrown into sharp relief how little we have as a couple. Last week, I sold my American Girl doll and we bought a couch, a desk chair and a shoe rack. Total, however, we only have bedroom and living room things. We have nothing for the kitchen and nothing for the second bathroom.

I can’t wait to move. Moving means we get to start trying, means we will finally get to work on us as a couple. However, right now, the best thing is that when we move, JT will no longer have to listen to us have sex through the walls. Hurrah!