The Great Unknown

The past month has been filled with so many unknown's. There are the everyday unknown's such as, "I wonder what to fix for dinner tonight" and "what type of mood is L going to be in today" and then there are the whoppers we've had this month.

Some of the minor, more manageable ones would be, "what in the world is happening on LOST" and "why in the world does L spend everyday crying, is she sick?". I can handle those ones some of the time, other times they alone drive me nuts.

The past month has been enough to do me in for good, though. There are few things in life that I can't handle. The unknown is probably NUMERO UNO. Worse than the unknown is a bunch of unknown's all at the same time. Even worse than that is when they are all HUGE unknown's.

Let me explain. I will save all the details for my next post so that you aren't forced to read it if you don't want way too much info, but a good part of the month has been spent trying to answer the dreaded question, "am I pregnant or not". This is one of those things I cannot handle being in the dark on and as of right now, I am STILL not sure. Which if I am puts even more need for my second issue.

The house. We saw the house for the first time on Friday, the 18th and put an offer in on Saturday, the 19th. All offers had to be submitted by Tuesday, the 22nd. The listing agent seemed to think we would have an answer by Thursday afternoon. So we waited... and jumped everytime the phone rang... and waited some more. We had talked to Natalie several times and knew she had been doing all she could to get us an answer. I felt so bad calling and bugging her all of the time, but I couldn't handle it. I was totally freaking out. On Thursday, G and I prayed, once again, for God's guidance on the situation and G made a BIG mistake. He prayed for patience. Not only for himself, but he threw my name in there just for kicks. ANYONE who knows ANYTHING about God, knows NOT to pray for patience. Why? Because God gives you what you ask for. On Friday, we talked to Natalie and the asset manager, who had all of the offers, went on vacation and didn't have time to deal with it until she gets back... on June 1st... which is a Friday, so in reality probably more like June 4th. So basically we rushed (see: dragging N out on a Saturday evening to sign papers) to get our offer in, financing done, etc. for all of our papers to sit on some ladies desk while she cruises some exotic beach. Then, when Natalie offered up the obvious alternative to assign it to a different asset manager, they got mad! Oh well. At least we have this week to relax and not worry about "THE" phone call. Oh, did I forget to mention that part of the reason I am a basket case about this is because if our offer is accepted we have 60 days to get the new house livable, list and sell our current home and move out? And I worry?

Needless to say, I am trying my hardest not to worry this week. I am trying to live a day at a time and deal with what I have to for today. It just really goes against everything in me.