The Storm Clouds Have Lifted

Well, contrary to my expectations, I did not close on my house on Thursday like I was supposed to do. Instead, I have some frustrating dealings in which I finally realized that the seller was lying, his attorney was lying, or his listing agent was lying. Whichever the case, I got the royal shaft. My house will close Monday by POA. I am here in NC waiting for follicles to develop and my hormone levels to rise for my insemination on Tuesday. My parents (what awesome folks they are!) have gone to NY to handle things for the closing. My dad and brother will tear out the carpet and tackstrips and demolish a closet, all for the floor refinishing man, who rearranged his schedule to get me on Tuesday. Phew.

I got rather stubborn about things. I have $1000 in sperm waiting, for this final insemination at this RE's office. When I finally move, that's it ... I ordered the sperm at the last possible moment on Tuesday, once I knew the closing would occur on Thursday .... Thursday left enough time to get up there, close, and rip everything out. Of course, I must have counted my chicks before they hatched ... I did not close on schedule. So once it all went kerfluey, I crunched dates, travel times, CDs, and anything else which mattered and was basically up a creek with no paddle. My dad volunteered and I took him up on it, a 2 day trip for him and Mom, just for me to be able to stay here to get my swimmers. You never know, this could be the time.

Of course, I would love that. However, reality is staring me in the face. I really don't have a Fertile Myrtle reputation. I am harking on my 40th birthday (fertility drops so low) that I can hope and pray all I like and it has little chance of actually working.

So, all that said ... I'm off to pack!

It Is Pouring!

Okay, I think I have a handle on my emotions right now. I have been in negotiation for purchasing a house up where I will be working. I have a contract, I have arranged EVERYTHING and am ready to close this Thursday. Unfortunately, someone along the way dropped the ball. There is another owner to the house, another owner who was unknown until the title search. My contract is technically null and void. If the other owner wants to, I can whistle in the wind and not have the house ...

I have a floorman coming to sand and refinish the floors on Monday. I have the electrocity being read and placed in my name as of Thursday. I have the water being read as of Thursday. I have the hazard insurance waiting on a firm closing date and that policy will be purchased. I have myself and my parents waiting on tenterhooks for "the word" that all is good, that we can get on the road for the 10 hour trip for the closing. And nothing ...

No word.

Frustrating. I know it must seem to everyone who speaks with me that I am a willy-nilly person who can't make up her mind on things. Everyone in the know with this house purchase understands I have been the one waiting for everyone else to catch up ... waiting to hear from the lawyer, waiting to hear from the electrician, waiting to hear from the realtor. Ugh. Not a good situation. And now waiting to hear from the previously unknown owner. What a catastrophe.

I am sure at the heart of all this is a family fued. How, after all, can you forget or not realize that there is another owner to the property. The lady died, so it stands to reason that the property would go to her 2 sons. Well, per the seller's realtor, it just went to him ... and now we hear there is another owner? Hmmm ... makes me think there is a reason the guy "forgot" about the other owner.

So, as you can see with me, when it rains it pours. I will be on CD11 on Saturday and just spoke to the RE's nurse about maybe needing to move the ultrasound and bloodwork from then until Sunday, since I may well be up in NY (if the guy can be found). She said not a problem. My swimmers will be here on Thursday and can wait for me. I'll let her know the status of things when I find them out.

I'm going to go out now for a big, juicy steak dinner. My mom suggested I make my own, but since I have no plates (they are all packed and READY TO GO - UGH!) then I'll head to my favorite restaurant for a last meal.

Pouring ... my, it is pouring.