Needless to say this has been the best and worst week of my life. This week was supposed to be happy and full of love and family. Instead it was full of water, in our basement that is. Monday morning we woke up to 5 feet of water in our basement. And from there, things just got worse. We spent our entire day locked in our bedroom to avoid the constant stream of men coming in and out of our apartment, upsetting our animals. Finally by 5:00pm the water was down to about 1 inch and under control.
During this day of the flood, we had our doctors appointment. Let's just say I didn't really like my doctor before, and now I plan to NEVER go back there. I get there, do a urine sample and then go and wait with Gary. The assistant comes in and quietly, without looking at me says "well it's a yes." I take this to mean I'm pregnant. Gary didn't even hear what she said. That moment of joy was lost in her nonchanlence. So then my doctor comes in, with her fake smile. Spends about 3 minutes talking to us. Doesn't really tell us anything just asks if we have questions. Hmmm, you think?! She also goes on to ask what our plans are. Never once being upfront that she doesn't deal with pregnancies. She also doesn't refer us anywhere or give and reccemendations. At the end of the 3 minutes she has the nerve to say she hopes to see us after the baby is born b/c she loves babies. Yea, right.
So the rest of the week was filled with everything that was destroyed in our basement getting replaced. Wednesday was the worst day of all. Maintenance let Lily out. She ran away and I was stuck at work. Thankfully Gary was able to come home to look for her. At one point she came home and the idiot maintenance man saw her and decided to drive his truck at her "to catch her." Hmm, isn't a normal reaction to run AWAY from a truck driving at you?! Yup, that's exactly what my little puppy did. We kept looking for her all night, by 12:30am we decided there was nothing more we could do and we would starting looking again when it was light out. I dosed off on the couch and woke up at 2:30am. I left like I just had to look out the back door, and there was our little one, sitting at the bottom of the porch waiting for us to let her in. That was the biggest relief I have ever felt in my life. I don't know what I would do without my little puppy.
After all of this, we decided we were going to have a sit down meeting with the property manager. We needed to figure out what we could do to get our personal belongings replaced, and we wanted something done since manintenance lost our dog. So far things are looking better. The property manager is fairly reasonable and is working with us as much as possible. We're getting a professional cleaning company in here next week to get the basement sanitized and cleaned out so mold won't grow. Working on getting us into a bigger, 3 bedroom apartment with no extra fees so we can have a room for Baby J and not have to give up our guest room. And we may not have to pay rent for a little while so this all gets sorted out.
Overall we are trying to move past all of this and just enjoy being pregnant. Now if the morning sickness would stop, I could enjoy it more. ;)
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