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If it isn't one thing it's another...

So we finally got a hold of the seller for the house on Moran, and got everything signed and ready to go; all we have to do is get the papers to Chad (our loan officer) and that will get everything going...and now Chad is gone until March 18th....why can't we all just get together at the same time? Uhhhh, it's so frustrating. First we have to wait a week or more EVERYTIME we make an offer, and now that we got everything in that department ready, we have to wait a week before we can get those papers going for our loan.
On the other hand (good news) this week I get to go and see my brother (hopefully, if the weather and the boys and everything else cooperates). He's comming home from his mission on Wednesday (WOO-HOO). It's been about 2 1/2 years since I've seen him. And I got to talk to him the first Christmas that he was gone but I haven't been home for Mother's Day and then I didn't get to go home for last Christmas either...so I'm REALLY excited to see him. And Christopher was just a little baby when he left and he's never met Ethan, at least I will get to see him before the next baby is born...assuming I get to go down to see him this week. I am SO not looking forward to getting into the car AGAIN...but it'll be worth it to see all of my family (except for Brian and his family and Stephanie...they don't get to come). Other than that nothing to interesting is going on here (thank heavens...I am begining to agree with Jon's Mom...we like it when we are un-interesting, that means no one is in the hospital, has any broken bones, siezures, etc., etc., ect.)...I'm alright with being boring. ;)
(Oh, and tomorrow I'm in the 50's....59 more days until my due date....WOO-HOO!)

New Doctor

Wow, I am so glad that we didn't have to do that since the beginning of my pregnancy...that would make for a VERY long pregnancy. We had a 3:00 appointment and we had to leave at 1:00 to get there. And for every form I fill out I feel like I am making everyone's life more difficult than it needs to be since we don't technically have an address yet...and we still have our Montana phone number (yeah, we were a little slow in getting it changed to an Idaho number, so it never really happened). So people never know what to say when I'm like "What do I put down for my address?" They look like "Um, the number on your house and your street name" then I tell them that we are living in a motel right now, then they ask where we are getting our mail sent to and I tell them that it's "General Delivery" and then they have to ask other people what I am supposed to put. It makes all the appointments a little longer. Anywho, back to the new Doctor. I am seeing Dr. Karen Evans. She seems to be real nice, and the baby seems to be fine. So all is well. We are starting to do the 'every 2 weeks' appointments...this is going to be an EXTREMELY long 3 months...the last 3 are always exponentially longer than the first 6 combined if you ask me. Because by then you are just so sick and tired of being...well, sick and tired ;) that you just can't wait any more months. I just hope that we are ALL moved into the house by the time that Justin comes. That will just be one less thing that I have to worry about. Maybe we will have to enlist Sarah's help...LOL...a dinner party 2 days after moving...that's just crazy insane! I'm lucky if I have all the boxes in the right rooms 2 days after moving.

Just so you all know!

Yes, we decided to go with the house on Moran. Yeah, we are finally in the last (albeit LONG) leg of the home buying process. We officially accepted the offer today. So once the loan and AAAALLLL the paper work gets done....we will be able to live in a house Woo-Hoo! Just thought that I would let everyone know what's going on. Hopefully De will be able to get a hold of the seller...or that she will try. So after a while we may have to way for the internet. I will let everyone know when that happens...I am so excited about this house, I can't wait. Then we all get to be in our own rooms (well, Jon and I have to share, but I think I will be willing to make that "sacrifice") LOL! It will be SOOOOO nice to be able to have alone time again...without having to lock myself in the bathroom. ;) And hopefully it all goes through and we can be at least 1/2 done unpacking by the time the baby comes. 'Cause after the baby comes I seriously doubt that that I'm going to be much help in the un-packing department.
Oh, and I can't forget....Congrats to Julie and Dustin who just got sealed for time and all eternity last Saturday.
And thanks to all for your prayers while we've been getting this whole house thing going. They have really been felt.
And just over a week before my brother comes home! Yeah! We are all so excited!

Holy Terrible Hospital Batman!

Oh heavens...I never thought that in my lifetime I would see a hospital that was worse than Missoula, MT...we all know how I feel about Missoula. That bump on Ethan's leg has been getting bigger, so we thought it would be a good idea to get it checked out. So we went to the Immediate Care Dr. office in Rock Springs. They were good (aside from a REALLY long wait). I got in and the nurses were nice and the Dr. came in and checked it out. He sounded very concerned. He let me know that it might not be anything, but by the feeling of bump and Ethan's age, he thought it very well could be some sort of a serious tumor. He said that if the ER can't work with whatever they find, they could send him to the Children's Primary Center. He said that if Ethan were an adult he would order an MRI to make sure what that bump was because it didn't feel good. But since there is NO WAY that we could get Ethan to hold still while they did an MRI (without sedation...which I would rather not do either...). So he sent me to the ER. And (I have to give credit...) he said "I will tell them that I am not going to charge you for this visit because I really didn't do anything." So, needless to say, I was pleased with them. However, when we got to the ER, we waited in the waiting room about 1/2 an hour (not too bad)...and they had us right in to the room. THEN we waited for 2 1/2 hours before the Dr. came in (well, almost 1/2 way in) and said "Ooops! I grabbed the wrong chart. Let me go get Ethan's chart, I promise you are next." Then 45 minutes later...how it took that long to walk less than 10 FEET...I have no idea...so then he comes in and feels his leg and tells me they can't do anything about it. I said "Well, the last Dr. told me not to let you just push me out the door without doing anything...so..." He says "Well, let me go get Dr. so-n-so, he's been here longer than me." Then another 20 minutes later he comes in and says basically "yup, there's nothing we can do, we don't do Biopsies here." (I thought that's what hospitals did, but apparently not). So then obviously, since I mentioned my lack of being able to "disguise" my tone of voice when I'm upset with someone in a previous blog, he knew I was MAD! He says "I realize that you are a little upset..." I told him, "No, I just now understand why everyone told me NOT to come to the Rock Springs hospital because you guys are useless...apparently they were right." Then he started to say something, but just clenched his jaw and left. So then I started to leave and they were like "They have more paper work that you are going to have to fill out before you can leave." So we waited another 10-15 min. waiting for them to get the paper work ready. The Dr. came back and said "I'm going to call (I forget what they call it here...) the Insta-CARE and tell them I don't know why they sent you here, I don't think there is anything we did." So I told him that I whole heartedly agreed that they didn't do anything. And surprise, surprise! They didn't have the decency to at least not charge me for doing nothing. I let them know though, that I would NOT be back there and I was going to find someone that would care enough to do something. So we are going to find someone that didn't get their doctorate from dip-weed school, and see if they can do something. I figure I am going home to see my brother home from his mission. So if we don't find any competent doctors here by then, I will probably take him to Billings and see if they will do something for him there.

I'm in the 60's!!!

Yeah-a-h! I am in the 60's now...69 more days until my due date. Which reminds me, I need to find an OB here. I haven't done that yet. And we need to call Beverly and tell her "no" on that house :( , and we are going to go sign papers for our last offer on that house. I don't know why that guy thinks that he has the upper hand in all this, his house has been on the market for 6 months. So if he tries to counter this offer I think our next offer will be "See you in a few months and we will offer what we did the first time, see if it sounds any more appealing to you then." because right now we are the only ones even looking at the house anyway. Oh, and Mama, I was wrong about the amount of carpet in the upstairs...there is more than 1/2 your livingroom...it goes down the short hallway too, but still not $10,000 worth of carpet by any means. Plus, I want to pick my own carpet anyhow, I don't want some cheap-o carpet that HE chose JUST to sell the house. So we will see what he says at this offer. I am so glad that we have had Luke helping us with this. It's nice to know that there is someone that we can take his word at face value and know that he isn't just trying to make a buck off of us. I wish we could have just brought Desiree and David (our realtors from Pocatello) with us...I really liked them, I felt like they were working FOR US (given, I understand that they were also trying to make money, that's what realtors do) but I felt like if there was something in the house to be worried about they would let you know "this and this would need to be fixed, I can only guess, but I would guess it would cost x-amount to fix it" etc. etc. I really wonder sometimes if De knows what she's doing. It feels like any time we want to see a house more than once it's like "*Sigh*, ok....um....well...yeah, I could do that....." and it feels like she thinks it's a burden to do her job. I let Jon do all of the talking (he thinks it's funny), but I am like my Mom, I just have a hard time hiding my emotions in my tone of voice. If I'm upset with you, I can't talk to you without you knowing that I'm upset or if you hurt my feelings, or if you just make me irritated...you'll know, because disguising my tone is just not one of my talents. So if she asks a question Jon answers, if he's not there then I just keep my responses to a 2 word or less reply. I need to go get dressed, we have to go sign the contract AGAIN for this offer and have to re-read the whole thing (that SHOULD be the same as the last contract with just a different offer...but I just don't know that I trust her. Last time we signed a contract I was reading through it and I noticed that it said that the BUYER (us) was the one paying the 2% for her "services". So I asked her about it, and she said "Oh, it won't let us take it out, it says in there somewhere after that, that it's NOT the buyer, but the seller that pays the 2%" So I asked her where...she couldn't find it so she says "Well, I promise it's in there somewhere." I had to ask her 5 times (I am not exagerating) where it was until I finally said "I will NOT sign this until I see with my own eyes where it says that we are not going to pay for it." I was thinking if it was something that if she's lying I would lose like $20 or something, I probablly would have signed it because the boys were getting restless and I wanted to go home...but in this case if she was lying it would cost us a couple of THOUSAND dollars, I'm not OK with that. So again, she's all annoyed because I'm making her do her job. and she couldn't find it, but low and behold she printed up another contract (1 of 4 of the SAME contract because she kept messing something up) and MAGICALLY there it was...right in the same spot where the "computer wouldn't let them take that part out"...that part got taken out. Funny how that happened. That could be another blessing in disguise I suppose. If we have to wait for this house, then starting in April Jon gets "lawer privilages" through the company. We would only have to pay less than I'm sure it would cost for an hour of "lawer time" if we paid for it ourselves and that gets us "lawer privilages" for a month. But we don't qualify until April for that. So whatever happens, happens I suppose.

The LONG blog...

Oh, goodness, I'm trying to keep my sanity, but I think it is a losing battle. There are so many things going on right now that are blessings and curses all at the same time. It confuses my brain...LOL. Jon and I were discussing the cost of our loan and what we would have to put down in cash to start with. We talked for a while and came up with $1,200 is what we would have to put down...I thought "That can't be right..." I was sure that Jon had heard Chad wrong (Chad is our loan officer). I told Jon, that's not the way I understood it. And that's way too low for all of the costs of buying a house. So we finally decided that I would call Chad the next day to see who was right. I was praying that Jon was right but at the same time knowing that there is no way he could be right. So I called Chad and YEAH! Jon was right! I never thought I would be so happy about being wrong. LOL! But when I called I also found out that if everything got in order TODAY (we got a hold of the seller...which, in and of itself is a feat...he accepted our offer...and all the paperwork got drawn up and signed and all that jazz) then the loan itself (since it's such a good loan financially speaking) has a TON more paper work than a normal home loan does *uhhh* and will take AT LEAST 30 days to complete...so we are going to be living in a motel for another month at least.
And the latest house that was on our blog (I have pictures of the cute victorian house with the double garage and the play yard in the back and the beautiful flower gardens all over the front yard...I didn't have pictures of that though)...yeah, I fell in love with that house the second I walked into it. But we prayed about it and felt that it wasn't right. That about made me cry. And so I prayed again...just to make sure that I was paying attention...well, that and probablly more 'cause that's not the anwer I wanted...and I still got the same answer...I wanted to ask again, just to check ;)...but we all know what happened to Martain Harris when he did that, so I didn't ask again. I'm one that believes everything happens for a reason, I would really like to know the reason that we just "happened" to drive past that house while we were house hunting and then it "happens" to be right in our price range, and just "happens" to look like the house that I've always dreamed of living in...and then get the answer "No". I suppose I'll find out some day. Maybe it's just a lesson in listening to the spirit...even when you don't really want to hear what he has to say.
Then last night...was a long night. It wouldn't have been so long I don't think if I would just learn to ask for a priesthood blessing FIRST, instead of waiting until I don't have any other options. Jon was up playing Star Craft (I don't know who invented that game, but I think they should be drug into the street and stoned...that's just my oppinion ;)), and it was getting late...I would have made him come to bed except that I knew if he did I would just keep him up. I don't have any clue what caused it, but I was really hurting last night. It felt like someone had punched me in the ribs (it came on all of the sudden)...at first I thought it was Justin, but then I could feel Justin moving all over and if it had been him, even if the pain was still there it would have been moving to different areas. I tried laying EVERY different way that I can lay while I'm 6 1/2 months pregnant and the pain wasn't moving or decreasing at all. And it was making it really hard for me to breath. And on top of that I was having a TON of contractions. We were debating going to the hospital because I had no idea what was wrong and I was afraid that it would be putting Justin in jepordy, whatever "it" was. So I finally asked Jon to give me a priesthood blessing and within minutes the pain was gone and I felt at peace and was able to go to sleep...after tossing and turning and hardly being able to breath and having contractions and worrying myself sick, if I would have just asked for a priesthood blessing FIRST, I could have saved myself the trouble. Oh, well, maybe someday I'll learn huh? It's only taken 25 1/2 years so far...maybe in another 25 I can just ask FIRST...
Jon seems to really like his new job (except for the MSHA training....BORING!) but he's almost done with that. He seems to like the people there and they have been giving us advice on where would be good places to live, and all sorts of advice, they've been real helpful.
I am doing well (although finding out that Fast Food for nearly every meal does NOT agree with me). We have been making do with the microwave meals though because I just can't eat out any more, it was fun at first because we didn't get to do that, but now, eating in doesn't seem like a "Oh, I HAVE to make dinner again...what should I make...I don't feel like making dinner, so let's eat out...well, I don't want to spend the money..." etc., etc., etc. Now it's kind of the opposite. "Yeah, it would be more convienient to eat out, but I REALLY don't want to." So the motel is making us healthier because eating out isn't so appealing to us any more.
One thing I thought the motel would do is make potty training Chris IMPOSSIBLE! 'Cause I can't let him run around in underwear because if he does have an accident then it's not our stuff. But it seems to be doing the opposite. He's doing a lot better now. I think mostly because the motel has a seperate "wash room" (I don't know what it would be called....it has a sink and a closet and then a door into the bathroom) that I can close the door and the boys know they are not allowed back there (unless they are taking a bath or using the bathroom). So obviously places that are "off limits" seem more enticing...so he knows he has to use the bathroom to be back there. Whatever the reason is that he's doing better, I really don't care, he's doing better, I'm happy with that.
As soon as we find a Doctor here, I think we are going to take Ethan. He still has that bump on his leg, and the other day we noticed that there was a bruise over top of it now. For anyone that I forgot to tell, Ethan has a really hard bump on his upper thigh (it feels almost like bone, but it's not), and we can't tell if it's getting bigger or not and we don't know how long it's been there, but it's not going away, and it hurts him when any pressure gets put on it. So we figured we'd better get it checked out, just to make sure it's nothing serious. But he's not sick anymore, so that in and of itself is a blessing. I think it was just the stress. And I know that little kids are very receptive to adult stress levels and there was PLENTY of that to go around. But it's much better around here lately.