I'm so fucking tired of this drama trying to get this house. Now I've been told that the mortgage I thought I had, I don't quite have yet, which means I most likely will not be closing on the house Friday and may have to wait now until 8/27. Pissed? You better fucking believe I am.

The countdown to new house begins...

I just spent the last two nights back in my old house. The ex went away with her family and asked me to take care of the animals. I forgot just how much I really missed the house itself. I spent some time in the hot tub relaxing, spent both nights sleeping on the couch because the A/C unit for the upstairs zone was busted, plus I got to sleep surrounded by my kitties. The motorcycle is together and ready to be registered. I just need to mess around with the fuel settings so it runs 100%. Next is to finish packing the stuff that I can, so I can start taking out what furniture I want when I move into the new house!

In other news, we've decided to do two baby showers: one for family and some friends, and another for our other friends. We're doing this for two reasons:
1) the family one HAS to be on a weekend when a lot of our friends can't come do to conflicts with previously scheduled events. It's the only weekend we can get khoos' mom in town and we want to have the families together as best we can.
2) we want to do something outrageous with our friends, especially our SG friends who can't make it that weekend. We want debauchery. We want the baby shower that people go "THIS is a baby shower?"

ok stress levels winding down. It seems like I have some sort of mortgage. With the financial chaos of the divorce and everything leading up to it, I may be stuck with a 3 year adjustable rate for a bit while I get things better cleaned up. Six months and I'm into a fixed rate mortgage, if my mortgage guy couldn't swing something already. Like I said, I have something and will have my house next Friday.

Lamaze class was interesting. Interesting in the "filled with lots of blank stares" kind of way. Blank stares from the class because they we very ignorant about their bodies, the birthing process and their birthing options, and blank stares from the very few of us who actually had a clue and couldn't believe people were so clueless. It truly floored me that I, as a man, knew more than most of the women about doulas, mid-wives and birthing centers, doctors pushing inductions and c-sections, and even knowing what a mucus plug is!

In other news... there have been some changes to my appearance. Unless you've seen me in chat, you'll have to wait until I get a chance to take pictures to find out what they are.

Next week is shaping up to be insane:
- I'm spending 3 days at my "old" house because my ex is going away and needs someone to look after the animals;
- Monday we have an appointment with an immigration attorney to see about the best/fastest way to get khoos permanent residency in the U.S.;
- Tuesday I have an appointment to see my psychiatrist;
- packing the last of my stuff in preparation to move it all out once I close on the new house;
- hopefully putting in a few hours finishing up rebuilding my motorcycle since I'll have time at the house without my ex there;
- take care of any last minute details to make sure the closing goes as planned.

I've worn myself out to the point that I'm sick. Go me.

I am officially divorced.

I'm up at 9am on a Saturday and I don't have to be somewhere? C'mon, I don't have that many weekends left to sleep in before the baby comes!

It's been one year today. A year of happiness, tears, insanity, joy, love, surprises, hurt and great comfort. While there are moments I'd redo because I fucked up, overall I would do the whole year over again.

Happy Anniversary kitten.