Friday morning we got our lease renewal form along with a notice from our rental company that our rent is increasing to nearly $1600.oo.
“Do you want to move?” Don asked me.
“To be honest, I haven’t loved the drive… to everywhere.”
“I don’t want to move” he said.
“Nobody WANTS to move, it’s a pain in the ass. I don’t want to sign a lease that locks us in for another 13 months only to get evicted two months down the road if we can’t afford it…”
“I guess we’re fuckin’ moving.”
So, I guess we’re fuckin’ moving’ guys.
I have to say, that while I’ve been visiting my doctors more frequently to “prepare my body for pregnancy” and with the year anniversary of losing Nat right around the corner… I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed.
Moving in itself is a stressful, taxing experience. The hunt for a new place last year kept me up most nights. I don’t want to be in that rushed panic again, taking whatever we can find just so we have something.
Going through all of our stuff, again. Downsizing, again. Collecting boxes, recruiting people to help move, paying damage deposits, first month’s rent and last months rent.
Finding out if we need to change school districts, scrubbing this place down from top to bottom, admittedly that part shouldn’t be so bad.
Moving the cats! That was quite a production last year!
Not to mention baby fever. I couldn’t help it. I already bought a couple of unisex baby things… a preemie onesie that says “Hi, I’m new here” and a big bird baby bottle.
I scan everything that has a name on it and imagine trying it out on our new little one, adding a middle and last name of course. Wondering if it sounds cute now but will it suit an adult or will the kid hate us for being too “progressive” with the name?
I’d mentally turned the office/den area into a nursery.
Downloaded a pregnancy tracker.
Started working out (slowly).
My A1c dropped another 1.2% in three-four weeks since my last appointment.
Do I have the energy for this?
I’m thinking with all the medication I’ve gotten off in the past several months, lowering my glucose numbers and exercising, I will have more energy. I will have what I need.
Which brings us to the 19th.
I’ll be honest with you guys, the past few months? It’s been getting harder.
A year or so leading up to her death, I occasionally thought about what it would be like to lose Natalie.
I imagined I’d be devasted, of course… but this? I can’t believe that some days, I feel like I can’t go on without her.
There’s a video I have of her, sitting on her bed and playing her ukelele. She’s singing but the video is a side profile. Five and a half minutes I beg the recorded vision to turn her head and look at me. Please, let me see your beautiful face… Such long, pretty hair she had. Such a pure voice and expansive heart, ever growing with each new cause or request.
One of her big regrets in life was missing the baby shower for Tayla. She apologized again and again for not being there.
The night of the intervention, she took copies of Tayla’s 13-year pictures. I think we found them still in her purse.
I’m so angry and hurt and raw and overwhelmed.
I don’t know what to do.
Keep on, keeping on, I guess.
I’d wanted to blog about something coherent… something focused and useful but I guess what I need to let y’all know is that I’m in kind of a weird state of mind right now.
Here’s to waking up tomorrow in a better place!