A blog from this arctic blast of a living room

We are using practically NO heat now to save money. Only intermittently using the fireplace. This is the part I hate. I can be good and save money. I can bargain shop for groceries, I can go without my "shopping fixes"....but I HATE sacrificing comfort. Ross and I are different in terms of our ideas for cutting costs. In my opinion, we should never have to go without heat unless we are practically homeless. Ross is firm that we should go without heat and other luxeries so that we will NEVER be practically homeless. He is probably the right one. Bummer. Pardon me for being a spoiled brat, but I just hate being cold on top of tired and nauseous (but only a little nauseous these days, at least!). All this makes for one crabby mamma to be.

As you can probably tell from the tone of this blog, I am bummed. I normally would be fine, but I think the pregnancy hormones are gettng the best of me. I have been taking it out on Ross terribly, and I'm surprised he's taking it the way he has. Probably because I usually follow it up with a hug and "I'm sorry for being mean, I'm sorry"...you know, like a wife beater does :)

Wells Fargo has been very difficult about giving us a better rate on our mortgage. First they told us we made too much money for a rate decrease. So when we sent them our updated stats, they had the nerve to say, "Uh, now you don't make enough money...forclosure may be the only option". What!?!?! And they won't count unemployment as income either; so they are very much assuming we can't make our mortgage payment- which couldn't be farther from the truth. What about people who are responsible and plan ahead or have the means to have a savings account for situations like this? I guess that doesn't count for anything. I will work overtime and sell my left pinky before we would ever forclose on this house, so thats not the concern here. But then at that point they still aren't going to help us out. Lame. They are handing out lower rates to everything that breathes and we cannot get any help at all. Then again, Ross and I are both able bodies with college degrees that can work, so I shouldn't complain too much. Its just frustrating to be told that foreclosure is even an option. Just saying the word "foreclosure" raises my heart rate.

Annnnyyyway...I officially feel like a big complainer. But it does feel good to get it all out. I'm whining because we had to turn the heat off and I don't know when I'll have extra spending money again. How ridiculous is that? Very ridiculous, in the grand scheme of things. There are people out there sleeping on the sidewalk at this very moment. I need to get a grip.

Its my day off-tuesday,and I slept for 12 hours last night. It felt so good I could do it again! The nausea is getting much, much better which helps me see a light at the end of the tunnel for this first trimester. Two more weeks and I will officially be in the second trimester- when the growing begins. I still don't look pregnant at all, except for when I pooch my stomach out after a meal from all the gas. My babe is about 1.5 inches long or so, and we get to see him or her again tomorrow!