Don’t mess with the 38 week preggo!

I thought I was done. I really did. But the craziness just keeps on coming. Spoiler alert: like the other issues I have described, this one has finally been resolved as well. Just today in fact. But still I can’t help but share because even my uber-positive hubby is asking “Why all the fiascos? Is it us or just totally random?”

Anywho. Here is what happened.

It all started back the last week of July when the company managing the condo we’re living in requested a cashier’s check for the security deposit, as well as a personal check for prorated rent beginning August 23rd. We immediately hit up BOFA for the cashier’s check (not a small amount by the way – DC is not cheap). We also wrote a personal check and due to the sense of urgency expressed to us, while in California, on vacation, sent the checks certified mail.

The month of August passed not only to see no money withdrawn from our account, but we also heard nothing from the property management company stating that they had not received our checks. We waited till the first week of September to say anything, thinking perhaps they were going to deposit our first months rent and prorated rent for August at the same time.

We inquired about all this and after days with no response finally heard back from the company stating they never received our checks. Our tracking information showed that the checks made it to the local post office on August 8th, two days after they were sent. They had been signed for (with a completely illegible signature) however the delivery address line was left blank. The property management company insisted they never received them, and although we had proof of their delivery, we could not verify they made it to the correct address.

Shocker, we were in another pickle.

Jake started by visiting Bank of America to see if we could cancel the cashier’s check but they said we would have to go through a 90 day waiting period first. Well, that wasn’t going to help us because the company was demanding the money immediately and we are not exactly rolling in the dough right now with our combined total of ZERO JOBS.

We then turned our focus to the post office and as it turned out the manager of the local office recognized the signature as one of the mail carriers. I asked if that was standard practice because as it would seem to us amateurs, the purpose of requesting a signature at the time of delivery would be to confirm that our mail made it to the right place. But what do we know. The manager agreed it is not standard practice but when there is a lot of mail to deliver, sometimes the mail carriers do it to expedite the delivery process. Okay… So he let me know he would talk to the mail carrier to see if he remembered delivering it and get back to me.

Two days later we spoke again and while the mail carrier claimed he did in fact deliver it to the correct address, there was no way to prove it. It was he said, she said, we said.

At this point, I have reached 38 weeks. I am tired of dealing with this issue. Short of contacting USPS investigative services and threatening to sue the mail carrier unless he reimburses us, we were stuck. In a last ditch effort, I contacted Bank of America again and begged, and I mean, crazy preggo begged (where if you don’t get your way you will either cry or scream at the unsuspecting victim on the other end of the line) them to cancel the check and reissue a new one. They finally agreed.

Three days later we got a phone call from the bank stating that all of the forms had gone through and the permissions were granted to make this exception for us. Apparently this is a very big deal.

So on this sweet Saturday morning, we drove to the glorious branch of Bank of America located down the street and picked up our new cashier’s check.

They say that moms possess a supernatural amount of energy and strength when it comes to protecting their kids. I would venture to say that these supernatural powers begin all the way in pregnancy. The moral of the story: Don’t mess with us. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.

Schedule conflicts and a missing tooth…

We are finally feeling a bit more settled in our new home (being able to walk around without tripping over boxes works wonders). So, in an attempt to refocus my posts on what’s happening now, I am going to try to condense these last few moving stories as much as possible.

First off, my preggo brain struck again. I have tried to document my numerous mishaps on Facebook in order to explain why I have come off more like the scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz, than my normal self as of late. So you may have read this story briefly there. But here is what happened.

I thought I did such a good job preparing for our move. Jake was busy studying for the Bar Exam and then doing all of the heavy lifting for our move (not to mention cooking, cleaning and 99% of the rest of our household tasks). So I figured the least I could do was handle the moving logistics.

My plan was brilliant. Or so I thought. All of the packing and loading would take place on August 29th. On August 30th, the house cleaners were scheduled for 9am  and that afternoon the carpet cleaners would come, along with the auto relocation company to ship one of our cars. On Saturday the 31st, our property manager would do an inspection first thing in the morning and pass the keys along to the new tenants by lunchtime.

We spent days (and by “we” I mean Jake, while I cheered him on of course) organizing and preparing for the movers. But when Thursday arrived, they never showed. An hour passed, and then another… the company is based out of Oregon so I couldn’t call their office yet to verify things so instead I went through all of my old emails and realized I got my dates mixed up. They were not scheduled to arrive until the next day.

This was a problem. Everything would have to be pushed.

We had to be in DC by Saturday because – and this was a whole other ordeal – the property managers for our condo had agreed to come in that day to give us our keys and orient us to our new place. Despite what we were originally told, they apparently only do this on weekdays. Getting them to agree to the Saturday move date was not an easy task so we didn’t feel like we had any wiggle room to reschedule.

So, I started making phone calls. First the house cleaner. I more or less begged for her to come first thing Saturday morning and she agreed to come at 8am. The carpet cleaners were unable to reschedule. So we kept them on the books and just hoped the movers would be finished by the time they got there.

On Friday, the movers showed up and took their sweet time packing and loading everything. (They actually told us they spent about two hours longer moving our stuff than they normally do – although we have no idea why they took that liberty). The carpet cleaner showed up an hour ahead of schedule and the house was a mess still with not a single room completely cleared out. The auto relocation guy showed up at the same time. All in all, it was chaos. We sent the carpet guy away and asked if he could come back in a few hours but as the hours passed and we did not hear from him, it was safe to say the answer was no.

After the movers left we called our property manager who was able to pull some strings and get his carpet guy to come the following morning after the house cleaner. The tenants did not experience much of a delay moving in and it all worked out in the end. But the road we took to get there was a bumpy one – all of which could have been avoided had my brain been working at full capacity. Oh well.

Friday night around 7:30pm all of the details were finally settled and Jake and I decided to venture out into downtown Durham for our final dinner in North Carolina. We went to Satisfaction, a sports bar/pizza place we ate at our very first week in town three years earlier. This is where fiasco number two began.

As I was taking a bite of my salad, I felt something “off” on one of my back teeth. I am pretty sure Jake thought I was being melodramatic but if there is anything I know, no matter how much brain capacity I am working with, it’s teeth. And something was not right. But since I couldn’t figure it out yet we went on with our night.

A few hours later we showed up at our friends’ house and were brushing our teeth, getting ready for bed. Mid-brush, the crown on my top left tooth, literally fell out of my mouth and into my hand. What are the chances? It was about 10:30pm at this point, we were getting ready to move the very next day and I am holding my tooth in my hand. Unbelievable.

So we spend the next half hour looking up dentists in DC, who happen to work on the weekends that we could call first thing in the morning. We made a list, put my tooth in my purse (who says that?) and went to bed.

Thankfully, like the rest of our crazy moving drama, it all worked out. We were able to find a dentist who was available after our appointment with the property manager and they successfully re-cemented the crown back on. Mind you, the office smelled like a nail salon and the hygienist was not shy to offer her two cents about how we should raise our baby. But again, as long as I have all of my teeth, we’re good.

The long and short of it is, the move started out rocky but we are here now. Every day we try to do something – anything – to make this place feel more like home. And slowly but surely it is.

Our new condo

It’s been a while since I have posted anything. In fact, this may be my longest stretch ever. Sorry folks, if you are a regular reader I will try not to be MIA anymore… although with the baby being due in two weeks I can’t make any promises.

This has been a craazzzzy few months. I don’t even know where to begin so I think I’ll just do some recapping. There may be a few continuation posts to follow.

Life has been ALL about the upcoming birth of our baby and our recent goodbye to North Carolina, ever since July. Between entering my third trimester and all of the new experiences that go along with that, to preparing for our move to Virginia, we have been beyond busy. This season has had its ups and downs and I imagine there will be more to come.

A quick preface… Here is what I know about myself:

I hate change. I have never liked change. From the first day my dad dropped me off at pre-school and I cried every day, refusing to let go of his hand until forced to by one of the teachers, to leaving for college and now multiple moves from state to state – I still hate change.

However, what I also know, especially as I get older, is that change is not all bad and the icky feelings associated with it do not last forever. So I am trying to keep that in mind as we come to terms with our new surroundings and all of the unknowns that exist in our lives right now.

Some days I am better at that than others.

I will start with the story of how we got the condo I am sitting in as I type this. It is a long story and may be all I have room for today, in which case I will leave the other stories for the days to come.

Jake and I started thinking about where we would want to live in the DC area, as soon as we found out our impending move was official. However, as to be expected, much of our research was preliminary until about 30-60 days before the big move. We narrowed down our options and finally settled on Alexandria, VA as the winner and concentrated our search there. It is a darling town, especially old town which is right along the Potomac, with quaint little shops and restaurants and lots of young families. We tried and tried to figure things out on our own (whether to live in an apartment or rent a townhouse or condo, what location would provide the best freeway access, proximity to metro stations etc), and made multiple trips up to the area but ultimately realized we needed some help and hired a real estate agent to assist us.

On July 13th, we drove up yet again to drive around with our agent and look at some of her recommendations. This was the best decision we ever could have made. It was on that day, after viewing a worm-infested townhouse among others that were simply “not us” we found The One. Unfortunately, another couple also decided it was The One. As our agent informed us, this neighborhood is “highly coveted” and it may be helpful to sweeten the deal in order to be selected. So we agreed to a two year lease and hand wrote a letter explaining why we would be the perfect tenants for their condo. And then it was wait time. We expected to hear back the following Monday but as time slowly inched along, we heard nothing. A week passed. Jake left for CA to take the Bar Exam and I was still in a holding pattern regarding the condo. If we were not selected, we would be back to square one.

A few days later, I received a call from our agent stating that “a red flag came up in one of our background checks”. She was not sure what it was or which of us was the culprit. This seemed like something we would have been aware of and other than moving violations, I could not think of anything that would be of note. I let her know about the two moving violations I could think of, one for each of us, both of which had been dismissed. She reported back to the property management company that had run the check and from that point on, all we could do was wait. Later that day, our agent called back to let us know whatever it was, did not appear to be an issue anymore and we were “in” for the condo. Phew. To this day, we still have no idea what came up and we have tried to find out multiple times (seeing that it is kind of a big deal and could affect other background checks run on us in the future) but the property management company is not being very responsive or helpful. So that is unfortunate. But again, the good news is we got the condo.

The community is adorable. It is right by a park, walking distance from the grocery store, has a great gym and bunches of other amenities. We are grateful to be living in a place that feels homey and even has a loft area where visitors can stay, a rare find in most of the places we looked at.

Anywho, I definitely exceeded my word count for this post so I will continue the updates later. As one of my good friends often tells me, I always have a story and there are at least six more associated with this move. So stay tuned…

Gender Reveal, Graduation and Mother’s Day… oh my!

This past week has been one that I will not forget anytime soon. It has been full of celebration and family bonding, two of my favorite pastimes. From organized events such as the Law School Gala, Family BBQ and my husband’s long-awaited graduation to spontaneous game playing, delicious meals and lots of laughing. This was the first Mother’s Day in three years that I actually got to wish my mom a happy day in person. And I even got spoiled as a mommy-to-be. Plus to top it all off, we did our highly anticipated gender reveal with our families all present so we could see their reactions up close. It was priceless.

I am blown away by how fast the past three years have gone by. I remember arriving in Durham, NC on what had to have been the hottest day since we have lived here. We had just finished our cross country trek, in two separate cars mind you (we communicated using walkie talkie’s given to us by my father-in-law), only to spend our first few hours in town unloading and carrying furniture and boxes up the two flights of stairs to our apartment. The sweet old lady sitting on her porch in the building across from us, after witnessing our exhaustion and declining patience with one another, brought us glasses of ice water. This was our first introduction to southern charm.

Since that day we have experienced milestones in our marriage and more personal growth than I can account for in one post. We purchased our first home and our first car as a married couple and now we are having a baby, among about a million or so other major things.

Anywho, we are not leaving yet, so here are a few pics from the weekend:

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Family Gender Reveal – Love my mom’s face!

 

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Adorable Reveal Cards from Etsy

** I have to give a shout out to Ladybug on a Leaf Designs who did such a fabulous job and was a joy to work with!!

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Mommy-To-Be gift from my amazing hubby!

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This man is yummy.

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Family BBQ

 

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The whole gang

 

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The Graduate!

As great as the weekend was though, all I can think about right now is sleep!

 

Yummy, not-whatsoever-healthy apple dip… huge hit!

Ladies, wouldn’t you agree there is just something about girl’s nights that simply can’t be understood by the opposite sex? It is so refreshing to sit around and chat with other ladies and be reminded that your crazy thoughts and experiences simply aren’t as crazy as you thought. I mean, they can’t be right because they are shared with fellow females?!

Last Saturday my girlfriends and I had such a night. We had intended to watch a movie but that fell by the wayside in favor of talking and an exorbitant amount of snacking. Chips and guac, veggies and dip, ice cream cake and orange slices (the candy, not the healthy kind) were all on the menu. And I found a caramel, cream cheese apple dip on Pinterest that turned out to be a huge hit. Definitely going to keep this one in the appetizer file!

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Check out Caramel Cream Cheese Apple Dip on Glorious Treats and make it for your friends. Trust me, they will love it!

VERY IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE TODAY TOO! My friend Molly of Still Being Molly along with Carly of LipGloss & Crayons are hosting a #YOLOmondays link-up today. My two cents? Link-up!

Sorry so MIA! Recaps.

Sorry I have been so MIA lately. Been busy… been tired…  been traveling…

The hubs and I, along with two of our friends, went to Savannah a couple of weekends ago. So. Much. Fun. Such a beautiful place with those green trees that hang down all droopy-like (we California girls don’t know them by name). It had a kinda party feel, as you can drink alcohol out in the open while walking along the streets of the historic district. But it is relaxed, has a ton of history and was the perfect spot for a reunion between friends. Once we made it past the icy, slippery drive (which was terrifying to travel in!), we had a great time eating… eating… and eating some more while at the same time talking… talking… and talking  even more.

Here are a few pics from the trip!

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The day after we got home from Savannah, I took an all day training in a couples assessment called Prepare Enrich. My husband and I did Prepare, the pre-marital version before we got married and found it to be pretty effective at revealing areas we weren’t quite in agreement about yet. We worked with our pre-marital counselor on developing strategies and skills so that we could start to see eye-to-eye. After the one-day training, I have graduated with my certificate as a Facilitator. This is really exciting and will be a huge help at work as we get going with a brand new mentoring program in which couples mentors can use this test in their work.

Last but not least… the SuperBowl. My personal highlight was the Destiny’s Child Reunion during half-time. I wanted so badly to get up and dance until I started hearing murmors around the room in which my younger friends asked one another “Who is Destiny’s Child and why are those strange women singing with Beyonce?” I get it, I’m old! So I laid low and secretly reveled in the memories of high school prom.

How have you been?

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Back in the Saddle

First off, so sorry I have been gone for 2 whole weeks! I only planned to take a week off while on vacation but unfortunately, when I returned home, I got sick. It has been a rough week but I am back now!

So excited to wrap up this series, after the loooong hiatus and then move on to our next one. It is a perfect time of year for transitions and fresh starts…

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On vacation…

Hey all, just in case you’re wondering why there haven’t been any posts for a few days… I am on vacation! It has been a long-awaited time off and I intend on loving every minute of it! :)

For the next week I’ll be in sunny southern California visiting with family and friends. It’s great taking some time off from work, responsibilities and everything else that goes along with daily, routine life. I’ll be back next week to finish off the Communication Series and then gear up for the next one. Stay tuned!

Our first event: A Wedding!

 

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