On Saturday I moved out of my mother-in-laws house. After 3 years and 8 months it seemed like the right time. I would venture to say we wore out our welcome about 3 years and 2 months ago.
Money is going to be ridiculously tight. Like can we buy that gallon of milk tight.
Usually money (or lack thereof) stresses me out like crazy. But I just don’t care now. I am so happy to have my own place that I guess eating dinner isn’t important.
We are going to get a room mate (which sucks) and sell our car (which only halfway sucks) so then money will be fine. I guess thats why I am not worried? Because their is light at the end of the tunnel? Or maybe its because things just seem to fall into place and turn out okay most of the time. Like we needed a dining room table and then Michael’s mom got a new one and gave us her old one. Actually pretty much all of our furniture has been aquired that way.
I’m hoping this lack of stress helps me get knocked up without the help of a doctor, because with milk being out of my price range, I don’t think that fertility doctor visits are affordable. I’m trying the “not trying” thing. I’m doing pretty good at it too. I don’t even know what cycle day I am on 🙂