Sprites Kepper does a Spin Cycle every week. She chooses a topic, and you put your own spin on it. (Hence the name Spin Cycle.) This week it is a family newsletter. Here's mine:
Dear Family,
This year has been a roller coaster. In April, we moved into a shit-hole house in a shit-hole neighborhood. I guess it was a God-send. I mean, we exchanged our deposits for work on this house. Imagine 8 months pregnant me trying to paint and scrub windows. But still, this house is a shit hole. This places costs a small fortune to heat. There is no storage for the ten tons of crap we have. And, oh yeah...The block across from us is owned by the Spokane Psychiatric Assocation. Translation: the block across the street is used as a half way house for the mentally insane. Nothing quite like being woke up at three am because "NIXON IS GOING TO KILL ME!!!" is being screamed at the top of some ladies lungs. The dive bar across the other street adds a nice touch of culture, too.
In April I also spent a week in the hospital with a ginormous blood clot in my lungs. My OB decided to put me on a heavy duty blood thinner that hurt like a mother to be injected into me. He also decided that with my epilepsy and clots, he wanted to control every single aspect of my labor and delivery. They were going to induce me and control everything. I was disappointed because dammit, I wanted to rush in the room, clutching my basketball belly and say "We need to go. It's time." But that was not to be. So, after two weeks of going stir crazy I had a massive seizure. That moved up my due date by two weeks. After 17 grueling hours, 2 epidurals (one of which failed), many doses of Pitocin, a crochet hook in my hoo-ha to break my water, nine (I shit thee not) seizures, and one emergency C-Section later, Pooker was born at 2025 hours. All 7.6 ounces, 20.25 inches of her. She was born exactly one month early, at 36 weeks. She is the biggest source of joy, love, happiness, sleeplessness, and frustration in my life.
I also sold my trusty old Mercedes in July. I didn't want to, since it was my last vestige of non-Mama hood. But alas...Since Bryan is almost seven feet tall...He couldn't fit into it really well to being with...Add in one baby car seat, one childs booster seat, and one long-legged little girl...It's worse than a sardine can. So we sold it.
In the summer, Bubs played football...Sorta. He didn't really care for the sport...Oh, who am I kidding? He couldn't give a rats ass about the sport. He pretty much just stood there on the field. He was more excited when snack time rolled around than having a ball tossed around. But he had a decent season, and his team did okay.
We're not doing too bad. Sure, we live paycheck to paycheck and we have to budget down to the freaking penny...But at least we still have our jobs, which I know is definetly something I thank God for. Our house is warm, even though is costs a small fortune to heat. Our cable is on so I can get my daily fix of What Not To Wear on the DVR, and the internet is on so I can get my daily Mommy blogs fix.
So, beloved family...That is my year on a nutshell. Aside from the move and the new baby, nothing too exciting. I need to let y'all go now, Stacey and Clinton and I have an appointment.
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