It's already been a month...

Well i ceant believe that it's already been a month since I last wrote anything.

Nothing new with the baby, still have to have another follow up ultrasound since we couldnt see the heart..  again.   Little turd was sitting right on my cervix again and wouldnt move so the sonographer could get a better view.


We had a TON of rain last week from what was left of a tropical storm down by Baja California.    The rain was awesome, the shitty leaking window and sliding door in our apartment however was not.  The window in the girls' room practically pours water and water & drywall do NOT mix.    The top of their window frame from where it leaks pretty much collapsed in huge fist size chunks showing us a nasty brown, soaked and mildewy frame.   GROSS.   

Not to mention how badly our sliding glass door leaks in the rain...  and its not like the water goes under it like it can a front door that doesnt have tight weather stripping..   the water gets into the top of the door frame and pours down the side in a little waterfall type flow down into the track of the door which then fills and floods and whats there to catch the water?  OUR CARPET.     Friggin NASTY.

The managers at our complex are about the most incompetent people I've EVER met.    Three whole months of living there and ONE thing was fixed by them, of course only because i called them and said it was an emergency.. not once, but THREE times before they would come down and help me.    That time was when the friggin kitchen was flooding from the upstairs neighbor's dishwasher.   :/

Hmmm..   lets see..   did i mention they never fixed our garbage disposal?   It didnt work when we moved in and everytime you tried to use the dishwasher, water would back up into the sink.       Jeremy ended up fixing it a couple of weeks ago so we had a normal working sink.

I also got ELECTROCUTED by our stove.   YES, our stove.    I was making Mallory some noodles and was breaking them apart in the pan with a fork.. a regular old stainless steele dinner fork and apparently touched my bare belly to the handle of the stove  (the metal bracket on the side)  yeah..  i got a surge of electricity from my stomach to my hand.   WTF.   Did they care?  Nope.    I personally find it to be a big deal when A) a stove has a freakin current running through it  and B) a pregnant woman gets electrocuted in the belly.  

So..   we did what any sane people would do...   we packed up and hauled ass outta there.    Literally the night before we moved I started packing and Mallory pointed out the carpet behind the kitchen bar was wet.. again.   WTF.   This time it wasnt from my sink overflowing/backing up with someone else's dirty water...   it was..  from some magical source.    And I'm sorry but I am not about to soak up that nasty shit again with my bathtowels that needed to be packed away in bags so we could move.     So we left a fan on hoping it would dry a little overnight..  The next morning we wake up and our house smells like hot garbage..  all because the rotting greasy/garlicy smell in the friggin floor.    It was so bad I walked into the hallway and had to run and vomit.    *sigh*    We can never win it seems.  :(


I am just so beyond stressed out, i feel like I cant even deal.  :(    I seriously think i'm going to crumble into pieces at any moment and not be able to recover...  but God frobid I show any emotion in real life because my feelings dont matter.  


Bitchfest Over.