The Calm before the Storm

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I am literally minutes away from getting a delivery. Of a baby. Someone is coming my house to deliver a baby. To live with us. This is in addition to the baby I already have and the baby growing inside me right now.

I wanted to take a minute, really just for myself, to compose myself before possibly the craziest time *ever* begins. I don’t know what to expect, what to do, or how to be. All I know is that God has been setting me up for a while to trust Him with everything in me. He’s done that by turning my life upside down lately. Multiple hospital visits,a surgery, a surprise pregnancy, becoming the mother of a teenager I didn’t know before, scary moments, and lots of change. I have been an emotional wreck. And now He’s asking me to trust Him again.

I tried to enjoy my last night of regular sleep, but I really couldn’t. Dreams of chaos crowded my mind. As soon as the new baby starts figuring out sleep is probably when the even newer baby will make her grand entrance, then the cycle will start over. These last few moments are so weird. I feel like they should be sacred or something, but really they are just full of anxiety. I know I should be better, but I’m not. I feel like a crazy person. I have no idea what to expect and that scares the crap out of me. I am not a go-with-the-flow person. I need plans and structures and routine. We’ve been over this before, it’s nothing new. I am not easy-going, but apparently God would like for me to be.

So alright God, here goes.

Love, Alex

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Camping in Our House.

You guys.

We are sleeping in our new house for the first time! Oh, you didn’t know that we bought a house? That’s probably because I suck at blogging as of late and also because OMGithappenedsofast.

We drove by this house on a Saturday and I said “nah, I don’t want to look at it because it’s a row home and probably isn’t what we want. On Sunday, Bryan went to look at it anyway without me. He called and said “So how would you like a house that has 4 bedrooms plus an office, a formal dining room, a big kitchen, and a bonus room, AND is in our price range?” I was all “Please yes I would like that please.” “Wellllll it’s that house you didn’t want to look at.” So our awesome realtor Blair showed us both the house on Monday, put our offer in and the owner accepted it on Tuesday. For real. They wanted to close 30 days later and we had to slow their roll.

(Seriously though, if you are local-NWA-call Blair Williams asap to be your realtor. He stuck with us even after last yeah when we had him show us houses all over the area and then were like “Haha jk Alex is pregnant so we’re not buying for like another year hahahaha sorrrrryyyy.” He did everything we asked and took amazing care of us. CALL HIM.)

So moving still sucks, in case you were wondering. We have been moving throughout the week and have been stuck in the limbo of two different houses with halfish of our stuff in each of them. Tonight though, we are sleeping here! It’s not as chaotic as I thought it would be, but I still feel like I’m camping out in my own house. I mean sure, our bed is here, but Grady’s is not and neither is his monitor, so I’m typing this all stealthy-like because he is asleep in the rock-n-play beside me and I’d like him to stay that way.

Here are a few of the many piles of un-gone-through stuff that I am choosing to deal with tomorrow instead of tonight. (“LALALA it’s all organized and decorated so you can take a chill pill and go to bed crazy person LALALALA”)

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I’ll try to put together some sort of virtual tour soon for you guys. I know you’re all dying to see an undecorated house with boxes everywhere.

We filmed a virtual tour earlier today TO SEND TO AN ADOPTION HOPEFUL! The kid will be shown our photos and video on Tuesday, so if you’re the praying and/or encouraging words type, we could use all of the things before and on that day.

I’ll keep you posted! Eeeeeeee!

Love, Alex

Why I Suck Lately.

My life is boring. I say that not in a negative way, but more in a neutral way. As a person who thrives on control and knowing the plan, and who fails miserably in change and chaos, boring is good for me on most days. Sure, I like excitement in life too, but I like to know when that excitement is happening so I can plan for it. Are you catching what I’m throwing out?

Lately, my life has been the opposite of this. My life has been chaotic and messy and unplanned and unpredictable and I’m failing. Miserably.

Although I rarely use this blog to share what’s been going on in my daily life…because it’s boring most of the time…I’d like to let you in on my chaos.

We had someone living with us for a few months who was close to my family when their relationship went south. Although Bryan and I had very little to do with the relationship ending, the situation was taken out on us because we were the roommates. We’ve had a monstrous time getting this person’s things moved in order to be completely out of the relationship, and it has taken a gigantic toll on us. Forgiveness for hurts alone feel out of the question right now, so I won’t divulge more details in efforts to not be tacky, but trust me there are plenty. This entire situation has been very straining, and is not over yet.

My grandmother was diagnosed with Lung Cancer in April and also has a tumor in her brain. We found out it was already in stage 4 when she was diagnosed, and was not curable, but hopefully treatable. She started chemo and radiation, but because she was already so sick, her body couldn’t handle such harsh treatment and she was getting weaker as the masses just kept growing. This past Friday, her oncologist decided to stop all treatments on her and send her to hospice. The whole family was up there Friday night until very late because the hospice nurse didn’t think she’d make it through the night. It’s Tuesday now and she is still with us, and we’ve been up there almost every second of the day we weren’t sleeping or working. We of course are praying she will get better, but it’s not looking likely, and we would almost rather her just go ahead and go so she won’t be in pain anymore. Plus, selfishly, it just feels so wrong to essentially be sitting and waiting for someone to die.

(Please don’t smoke. At least not around me. As stupid as this sounds, it will hurt my feelings-not to mention the fact that I’m pregnant and don’t need to be around that anyway. I take it personally now when I tell people about Grandma and they say they don’t care and do it anyway. That may not make a lot of sense, but I’m sticking to my overly sensitive guns on this one.)

**UPDATE** My wonderful grandmother: Iris McCurdy-Grandma-died around 4 am Wednesday morning. She was the most wonderful, hilarious, selfless, caring woman, and I was blessed to be her grandaughter.

PLEASE DON’T SMOKE.

Sound hectic yet? Good time for an emergency root canal huh? Last Saturday night/Sunday morning I woke up in terrible, terrible pain in my jaw. I had known I needed a root canal for a while now, but having not had one previously, I didn’t realize that left untreated, it would eventually blow up that side of my head. I haven’t been in so much pain in a long time, all the while feeling so stupid BECAUSE ALL THIS FOR A TOOTH. We called everyone we could think of to avoid a hospital visit but they all told us to go to the ER since it was a Sunday, so we finally did…on Fathers’ Day no less. They gave me pain meds and antibiotics for the time being, which knocked me out and caused me to miss most Fathers’ Day activities and miss work for 2 days. This seems like a good time to remind you that THIS IS OVER A TOOTH. After a dentist appointment Monday, it was determined that *surprise* I needed an emergency root canal scheduled for 6:30 am Tuesday morning. Because I’m pregnant, they could numb me, but not knock me out or give me nitrous. So I was completely alert and awake the whole time. As someone who gets nitrous just for cleanings, they probably could have extracted information from me in that chair. I sure acted like I was being tortured anyway. I’m such a fun patient.

There is another thing going on in the Fittin family as well that I am not at liberty to share on the interwebs just yet, but email me, text/call me, or ask me in person and I’ll be happy to give you details on that as well. As if you’re just on the edge of your seat to learn more crazies from my life.

All of this while being pregnant. Please see my last post for news on that. I’m so tired of being pregnant right now I could scream. We are so in love with our baby and can’t wait to meet him or her, but right now it is causing me to withdraw from plans, relationships, and appointments and I’m sorry.

I say these things not to receive sympathy or “I’m sorrys,” but more to explain myself. I’m bad at feeling like I’m bothering people. I may share part of a problem or one of the problems or nothing at all with people. Very rarely do I just unload everything going on. It’s hard to go from having nothing to report usually to having to ask how much time someone has for me to fill them in. Plus I just don’t feel like making everything about me. I’d love prayers and understanding and forgiveness, if anything. And to all of the people who I have cancelled on, especially last-minute because it just slipped my mind, I’m so truly sorry.

I’m hoping life settles down soon, I really am. I’m tired of being a bad friend. I’m tired of  not knowing what’s headed my way. I’m so tired of canceling plans and missing work and cleaning up after someone else and being angry and not knowing how better to handle situations. I’m tired of feeling like I can’t adequately explain my flakey-ness because I don’t want people to write me off as a drama queen and because Oh gosh something else is going wrong with her. I truly believe this is just a season and that everybody goes through times when it just seems like it can’t get much worse.

I’m so sorry you guys. I’m ready to be a good friend again and not have to focus so much on my own stuff all of the time.

Thanks for reading this loooong and probably boring explanation.

Alex