Real Housewife of Rhinebeck

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I Do Exist!

Well this has been a much longer absence than I planned! I stopped updating because I was one-handed for a while in August.

Summary of the last few months:

The first night of my vacation from work I was attempting to de-pit an avacado to make guacamole and long story short, put the knife through my finger instead of the avacado pit. Went to the ER and got five stitches. The next day the finger (middle, how convenient) was still numb, so T’s BFF (who is an orthopeadic PA) looked at it and told me I probably cut a nerve. So a week later I went to see a specialist and had surgery the following day to reattach it. The anesthesia did a number on me and after my one hour surgery I puked for about eight hours. So I had a cast on it for two weeks and then did physical therapy for like two months. Now I have what I call my Harry Potter scar.

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So I couldn’t type well with one hand and got lazy, so I stopped updating.

The house is done. Well almost done. We need a water test done and the inspector to come for the CO. Then it will be done. But it’s liveable and our apartment flooded, so things are good. Outside still needs help, we need a final grade, but that will have to wait for spring.


I have my new neice and nephew! They are doing wonderfully and I love seeing them. As for us, this is our 11th cycle trying. We got very pessimistic and really tried this last month. We were thinking that if nothing happened this month that we’d have to get T tested and I’d have to take drugs. But all of our trying paid off!!!! I took a test and it was positive! We went to the doctor yesterday and I’m 5w4 today!


We’re so excited!! T cried when I told him. It was such a wonderful moment! We haven’t told anyone yet. We are planning on telling our families this weekend. I can’t wait to see my parents’ reaction. This will be their first grandchild. I wish we could have seen yesterday, but I won’t get an ultrasound til around 9.5 weeks. Can’t wait!


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The House Has Finally Arrived!

It’s unbelievable to think that this momentous day has come and gone. It’s really weird telling people, “My house is getting delivered today.” They kind of cock their head and blink at you until you follow-up with, “it’s a modular.” Then you get the “ohhh!!” I couldn’t get the day off, but I was able to take a long lunch so I was able to see the first box arrive. It was supposed to show up around 1pm, so I called T around 11 to make sure they were still on schedule. He said they were somewhere on Route 9 and that they should be there around noon, so I should get there by 12:30. Thank God my job looks right out onto the road because the house was early and I saw it drive by!

So of course I ran off to lunch and almost got out of my car to kill an old lady in the parking lot. She was driving a boat of a car and could barely see over the steering wheel and thus was trying to drive over a curb. I almost got out of the car and ran to the property. I managed to beat the house and was able to see them unhook it from the trailer and pull it up the driveway with a bulldozer. The first thing to arrive was the trailer with the dormers and then the back half of the house.




















So once they got everything unhooked, T opened the door and we went inside!! It’s definitely weird to be in a half of your house sitting on a trailer. But we were seeing it in real life, not just on paper! The wonderment! Unfortunately, because I’m partially insane, the first thing I said when I walked in was, “this is wrong.” There is a supposed to be a half wall where you can see from my kitchen and into my family room. There is a full-blown wall there. Complete with electric wiring. T later spoke to the builder and he said that if the factory screwed it up, they can certainly fix it. As I’m sure is pretty normal when it comes to pulling a house down a road, there are a couple of cracks in the sheet rock which will also be fixed. T and I both also noticed that the family room seems smaller than we thought it would be, so hopefully cutting that wall will help open it up.




















The second half got tied up somehow and didn’t arrive for a few hours, which worked out since I had to go back to work. It was finally a relief to see things start to show up. I have been feeling like shit. T and I, especially T, have been so completely stressed out by this project, I don’t know how we’ve been doing it. Tuesday night I literally only slept for maybe two hours. I feel asleep just after 11, woke up at 1:50 and didn’t go back to sleep until 5:30. Part of that I’m sure had to do with the crazy thunderstorm we were having, but mostly it was anxiety about the house coming. Then when I got up the next day, I couldn’t even look at food without thinking about throwing up. This has been a million times more stressful than my wedding. After work I went to see the front half of the house, which I missed see come up the driveway by only five minutes! My MIL and I wasted no time going inside to see the kitchen and dining room!




















The back part of the foundation got framed in today and the guy also came to rubber wall the block. Everything is looking ready to go for Monday when they set the boxes. My parents are coming up Sunday night so they can watch. I have a feeling we’ll have quite an audience. It’s not everyday you get to see a house on a crane. Hopefully once everything is together I won’t feel still like the family room is small. Here’s hoping. Wish us luck!

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Let’s Get the Flock Out of Here

If I ever thought I was beyond ready to get out of this apartment, I am whatever is after that now. I literally can’t handle being here any more.

Ants. Every time I think I’ve gotten rid of them I find about another 15. I can’t keep sugar in my cabinet, fruit on my counter, anything. I’m at the point where I’m shooting Raid at them at random and am probably ruining the paint on the wall and slowly poisoning myself to death. They’ve been wreaking havoc for months now and I’m over it.

Mold/Humidity. I live in a basement. It stays pretty damp even in the least humid of summers. This summer has been very humid. I am apparently allergic to mold and I think I know why now. Normally, it stays reasonably cool here in the basement, but not this year, we had to put an air conditioner in because I couldn’t take it anymore.

Chickens/Roosters. Earlier this spring, the guy upstairs built this jalopy of a structure. While some might look at this and say looks fine to me, it is far from fine. First of all, T actually tried to help Upstairs out a bit when he first started constructing this and had to leave when he could no longer stand the stupidity of how it was built. It is set on old logs with cinder blocks around the outside. Nothing is square. You can’t tell from this picture, but it’s shaped like a rhombus. Aside from the building itself, no other part of it is square, none of the door frames, the pen, the roof, nothing. Speaking of the roof, he sided the entire thing with roof shingles, and not even the way you’re supposed to lay roofing! And he used washers to keep the “chicken wire” up. Mind you, they are city folk who are not here all of the time, so I can only assume that their daughter who lives around the corner comes to feed/water the chickens. I have no idea though, because every time I’ve gone back there to investigate, the water has been dirty and clearly not changed. They are live animals! Live animals need fresh water daily! Oh and there are at least two roosters in there who within the last two weeks have finally figured out how to crow and have been keeping me from sleeping. I am convinced that they are now free range and are down next to my window crowing into my ear.

Upstairs. The people upstairs are not bad people. I just think they’re a little silly. They’re not the original landlords/owners of the house from when we moved in. They’re like off the boat from Italy and live in Brooklyn full-time (which is fine, by the way) and can’t really speak English all that well. The lady you can have a conversation with until she really gets into it then it’s all loud and fast and I smile and nod because she’s lost me. The guy can barely say hello. I don’t know if it’s because they’re from the city and they think it’s the boonies up here or they’re just odd. They lock the doors. Every one of them. All the time. We have a door that goes from outside to the hallway/staircase to the garage and down to our door. They have a door that goes into their house and you walk down the stairs to ours. This outside door is obviously a joint use door. She will be inside cooking, he will be outside mowing the lawn, I will come home and the door will be locked. One time my entire family came up from Jersey and I was still at the barn, and after opening the front door and looking to see who was in the driveway, they still neglected to unlock the door, thus leaving my family to sit in the car for half an hour before I got back. She cooks a lot of food and gives a lot of it to us. While I appreciate free food and it’s always good, she gives us so much (usually knocking on the door while I’m cooking dinner) that we usually can’t eat it all. And she gives us a bunch of different things and enough of each to feed us for a week. I can’t eat that when I have a whole refrigerator full of my own food.

Wooden Shoes. Ok, so I don’t think Upstairs actually wears wooden shoes, but it sure as shit sounds like it! I have been woken up in the middle of the night from a dead sleep from them walking around the house. They put in all new wood floors and man does it suck. Once I’m in my house for the night, I slouch around in ratty old slippers. These people must have a peg legged pirate doing sprints. At alll hours of the day and night. They have woken up guests of mine and stirred my dogs.

Laundry. Until now, every single place I have ever lived in had on site laundry, even in college when I lived off campus. I abhor going to the laundromat. Laundry is the chore I least hate and have no qualms about doing it. Unless I have to schlep it up the stairs, into my car, into the laundromat, use 2-4 washers and 5-8 dryers, then schlep it back out into my car, and back down the stairs. Then you have to decide whether or not you want to fold anything while at the laundromat just to get it done because you sweat your balls off no matter how hot or cold it is out and then have to deal with all the loonies and Mexicans in town. At least the Mexicans don’t talk to you and leave you to your business. Then, on top of that, when upstairs is here she does laundry literally from sun up to sun down. There has never been a time of day when they have been here that I haven’t heard the laundry going. I think she takes laundry from everyone on the block in Brooklyn and brings it here. Oh, and because she does so much laundry and uses powder detergent (I didn’t even know people still used that), she has twice backed up the septic into my closet! When I was in the shower and it started filling up over my ankles I had to jump out and run upstairs in a towel and bang repeatedly on their door to tell her to shut off her washer. She then proceeded to say, “Oh, it’s backing up because of all the rain?” I almost dropped my towel in astonishment.

Space. We’ve been here going on three years now. We moved in because we were trying to save money, and after our roommate moved out of our old house, we could only afford the rent so long. We have absolutely outgrown the space here. We have a lot of crap. And it’s very crowded when we have people stay here. Which, this summer has been a constant. T’s college aged cousin has been staying with us during the week and working for him. My dad has spent more weekends than I can count up here helping T with the house and T’s best friend lives in the city and crashes here when he visits. It’s like a revolving door and I’m ready for a bigger space.

This past Saturday night was the icing on the cake for me. T has been leaving the house at 5:30am not to return until after 9pm. He is exhausted and needs the little sleep he gets. My dad and brother were both here this weekend helping with the foundation. It has been hot and humid and everyone is stressed and working hard. We were all dead asleep. I awake in the middle of the night (or at least what I thought was the middle of the night) to my dogs barking. My dogs only bark if people are coming in and they are woken up or don’t know their footsteps. I starting yelling “hey” because I’m delirious and get up to investigate. I hear noises upstairs and then notice the outside hall light is on. T gets up and joins me in the kitchen. We here noises again. T goes out the door to further investigate and I hear him say, “Oh hey, Upstairs.” To which I promptly yell, “It’s one o’clock in the fucking morning!”. T who is half-naked shushes me and mumbles something about them owning the house, to which  I retort that I don’t give a fuck and who drives up from the city at one in the morning. So at this point, Upstairs should realize that hey, we made the dogs freak out and bark, T was clearly just asleep, and there are extra cars in the driveway, so clearly they have guests. But does Upstairs say anything like oh, sorry we woke you up? No! He says “Hey T” and continues on his merry fucking way.

This instance I think is worse than the morning that I woke up after I thought T had left but came back in the house, only to find out that it wasn’t T, but the fucking furnace guy who had been let in by upstairs with no warning. This, after multiple times I have come home during my lunch break to find our door locked. We only lock it if we leave for the weekend. Which means they were down in our apartment and didn’t say anything, but foolishly locked the door. There is a door that leads from our side to their side of the basement in our hallway by our front door, which is much easier to use to get things into their side of the basement then going through their house and the fuse box is also on our side. But a simple heads up would be nice. And I would think a given. So needless to say, I want this house fucking done so I get out of here and be in my own place where I can come and go as I please.

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Maybe It’s Not My Time Yet

So I’m sitting at the lab waiting to do a pee test (at least that’s what I think I’m here for). As you know, I’ve been trying to get pregnant. (And build a house, buy a dump truck, new tractor, new car… all in the same year! Talk about stress!) Both of my sisters in law are pregnant, K with a girl and M with a boy. All along I thought I’d get pregnant quickly (T’s family seems to be good at making babies) and me and my sisters in law could all be pregnant together. It would have been nice not to go through it alone since none of my close friends (which I guess limits me to quite a small number of people) are having babies.

I then accepted that not everyone gets pregnant right away. I’m in my fifth month of trying which is certainly not a period of time to get concerned with. I have been trying to deal with my medical issues and get them figured out in the meantime. I have been to the ENT and allergist and have a whole slew of silly allergies like mold, trees, grass, dust, dogs (I think I laughed in his face when he told me that), etc. He switched me from Claritan D to Flonase and Astepro. They worked for a bit and now I have switched back to Claritan D (without the doctor telling me of course) because my endocronologist said that Flonase and Astepro were category C drugs. Apparently Astepro caused miscarriages in pregnant rats. That does not sound conduisive to babymaking and since Claritan D is a category B drug I figure I’ll take my chances until I find out I’m preggers.

The thing that really concerns me is my thyroid and hormones. I’ve known for a long time that I have a thyroid nodule. Now I have three. The doctor says they’re very small and nothing to worry about. My blood tests came back with my TSH and thyroid studies at pretty much normal (the same while on the pill and now off). Now, however, my testosterone levels are slightly elevated. So here I am. I believe she tested me for PCOS but she hasn’t said anything about it. As far as I know I don’t have cysts on my ovaries, but I seem to have other symptoms. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I have a feeling the road ahead may be a little tougher than we thought, but I’m still optomistic. I’m trying to stay positive but informed. T always tells me I work myself into a panic. I’m trying not to do that. I have enough stress with the house and all of the new equipment/bills.

I guess it’s not our time yet. Maybe it’s waiting for us to christen the new house! Here’s hoping!

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The Answer We’ve All Been Waiting For

So after hearing on Friday that the bank had yet to even start looking at our mortgage application, T called me at work this afternoon to tell me that we got approved! He said he wanted to come and tell me in person but that the guy he was waiting for was just showing up. I told him it was probably for the better because I would have created a scene. I actually cried when he told me. This has been a long, long process for us and we weren’t really sure how it would come out. I always knew it would be close, I think in the back of my head I might have even convinced myself it might not happen. But, there’s always a but. They can’t legally give us the amount of money we asked for in the first disbursement, so we will need to restructure how the dispersements get paid out. It makes no difference to me, I don’t care how I get it as long as I get it! Things are finally starting to turn around for us and I can’t wait!!!