I have so much to update about. I don't even know where to start.
1. Baby Stuff :D
I choose this topic cause it makes me the hap-hap-happiest! I'm 25 weeks as of Sunday, woot. I can't freaking believe it really. I can definitely feel her move, although its not enough for Luke to feel it yet :( Poor bloke. I'm semi-nesting... I've completely arranged the bedroom - pysedo-nursery. I love it. I have a recliner in the corner, with a nightstand with a cute pooh lamp next to it, and the cot next to that. Across the room is our bed, and I have a very cute change-table/bath/drawers all in one in the middle. ( www.flickr.com/photos/zoefia for pictures). I'm definitely rocking the Pooh bear look with a pooh mobile, pooh rug, lamp and waiting on his aunt to send us a pooh bear bed set ^)^, oh and I've also ordered a lot of 23 pooh story books and a personalized baby blanket with pooh on his back and tigger on top of him "pouncing" with Zoefia sewn into it. Plus a few other things from ebay that are going to be sent to my mom's house and I'm going to collect either in July or October. If this turns out to be a boy, I don't know what I'm going to do! I'll love him, but I have so many girl things already. LoL. I already have the diaper bag ready with diapers, wipes, clothes for the hospital, pacifiers, etc. I'm SO ready! I have not ever wanted something so bad in my life, right this minute.
2. Divorce stuffs
Man, I wish I had listened to everyone about this whole situation. Why I did something for someone else even with a small benefit to myself, that could fuck up my life so much if not resolved, I don't even know. Needless to say, Holman has not been doing what he was supposed to, going to the lengths of saying he's in the hospital to avoid filing for the divorce as I requested. Therefore, I had to dish out 1300.00 for a lawyer to go through with the divorce by publication option. It's frightening because my visa is expiring on August 25, and I'm due August 30th. I'm technically too pregnant to fly out of the country on August 10th which is when my flight was intially booked from last time I flew in Novemember (before I was pregnant). It will cost me 400.00 to book the flight for a different day. So that means I need to have my divorce finalized, and be allowed to get married by August 10th at the latest. And because of Australian laws, I have to apply for my marriage 31 days before I actually get married. That means that as soon as I get a court date next week, I need to pay for my marriage certificate and ceremony so that the day I come back from the states** we can get married and I can submit my own immigration papers to Australian Immigration, thus granting me a bridging visa until my temporary one can be granted, keeping me from being in the country illiegally. It's even more important that we're married before Zoefia is born so that my medical costs will be covered.
** As it stands I will have to fly back to the states for the divorce hearing unless the Judge will grant special case permission to file and proceed with the divorce without me appearing before him on the day of granting. It would be nice if he would, and hopefully will since I'll be so pregnant, because if he does I will come back in October with my daughter and go home to see my mom and dad and let them meet their one and only granddaughter ^_^ I don't particularly plan to have anymore after this one :)
3. Luke stuffs
Luke and I are growing closer and closer I think every day. We have had amazing stamina and I guess motivation to make this work, even though for awhile, we were having some serious fighting issues, I think it stemmed more from neither of us working, living with his parents, and being in each other's face 100% of the time.
Naturally, it was a red flag for me, but I never questioned his love FOR me, but more mine for him. I think I still do, but I think that stems from what's happened in my past relationships... I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop sometimes, even if I dont really think it ever will. It's hard for me to understand love or relationships anymore... I'm in a real one now, with real feelings, honest to god, no lying, no games, no jokes relationship...and its such a completely different feeling from what I'm used to, that it feels fake, or unreal, or perhaps because of the way we've lived for half of our relationship now, it feels more like a room-mate situation than anything. The first part was a honeymoon part, and the 2nd part we became two kids living with mom and dad. And although his parents ARE WONDERFUL, its still a little hard to live your own life with them around. You're just that extra bit more cautious, more on your toes than you would be in your own home.
A lot of our passion for each other sexually has died, be that from living w/ his parents, to me being pregnant and just not wanting to have a damn thing to do with sex. I mean, I cried one night during sex I wanted him to stop so bad; I felt violated, disgusted and just fucking unrighteously miserable - like what someone who has a boyfriend who has talked her into sex even though she didnt really want to and couldn't stand it happening, but was letting it happen because she didnt want to lose him....And sadly I was the one who offered because I felt bad that its been so long for him, and at first it was 3x a day! (A bit of TMI, but perhaps you other moms can offer insight to why i felt this way).
Other than being physically unattracted to sex and feeling bad for him, we are managing to be happy with each other, and not fight as much....even if we'd both love to get out and go "do" stuff once in awhile, but there just isnt much around here to do. Even our internet sucks so bad it makes playing World of Warcraft frustrating because it disconnects from the amount of data having to be processed. But we still manage to find some time to snuggle and cuddle.
Another great thing about him is that I'm having a hard time sleeping with him in the bed. A. He snores, and B. I just need to spread out to get comfortable... so he lets me sleep in our bed while he sleeps on a matress on the floor in our closet ( its technically a decent size closet ) but he refuses to sleep in the guest room because he wants to still be 'near me' but still give me what I need to sleep. I may have not had morning sickness but I had the WORSE case of not being able to sleep the first 3 months. It got better from 3-6, and now its starting to become a bit more difficult again :(
Plus, Luke JUST got his new job and I have to wake him up at 4:30 now in the morning, which means I either stay up until 4:30, or I go to sleep and wake up with him. I prefer just staying up and then going back to sleep until he gets off. I feel so bad for him. He doesn't want to do this job, but in six months its the only thing he's gotten a damn interview for and actually succeeded in getting, so he took it. But he's on his feet in new work boots on concrete floors without any hazmats under them, so after not standing all day to being w/ plus that.... I feel terrible for him, but God I love him so much for doing what he has to. He really is my rock sometimes... I have lost it so many times over the last few months, just breaking down and bawling my eyes out because we didnt have jobs, or money and I had my divorce looming over my head not knowing what to do about it, having a baby on the way and being scared but euphoric....and he always holds me and comforts me and assures me. I am so scared that something is goign to take him or the baby away from me... I mean I live because of them, they give me a happiness I've never known... I couldnt live without him now that I have had him... thinking about it makes me want to go wake him up and hug him tightly. He loves me, he pampers me, he doesn't care that I don't put makeup on, or that I havent washed my hair in two days, or that I wear baggy, unattractive clothes and still manage to get a hardon just from kissing me... Hell, he even went through the effort of finding the best computer parts so he can build me one better than his because the one I'm on can't fucking run a google search without pissing all over itself (figuartively). He just... gets me. No questions asked ( well sometimes a few ! lol )
But enough fumbling over the words to descrive him... before I make some of you sick :P
Basically, once the divorce is finalized, and I'm married to Luke and we're granted a bridging visa so that I can stay here legally, things will be looking A LOT more up than they are already. Overall, life is damned good at the moment, but because of the divorce and immigration issues, its causing me to stress the fuck out like its nobodies business. After those two things get taken care of.... I'm on the track to eternal bliss or damned close. The only thing that would make me happier is moving my husband and daughter to the states to live forever... but that isnt going to be for a few years. After we get married, I'm going to go through the steps of getting into college here, and studing education so I can get a degree. Once I get a degree we might move to the states or wait until he gets one too, and then move. The main thing being that Zoefia will not go to public school until at least middle school. I am going to homeschool her until then. Following that... She will go to public school here until high school, but at highschool age she will not be going to school in Australia. I've already told him that we will make it work, but she will not go to High School here for reasons I don't want to really explain... simply put...they have a horrific way of pressuring kids in their senior year with basically the logic of "We tell them if they dont do perfect in year 12, they will never be anyone and they will never get into college" and I don't like that... Its a very fucked up way they have the educational system here. But because she's Australia-American, she can go to college here if she wants, and she'll qualify for the free education systems for college, or she can go to school in the states ( Guess which one *I* prefer).
Truthfully... I fucking hate living here. It's almost equal to living in a Third World Country. While it may have a few benefits of living here...especially for the more lower-middle class population...once I have a degree, living in the states is a much more logical, smart choice. I'll never live in a foreign country again once we do move to the states unless he hates it, and only then will we discuss what we do. Hopefully he wont, and I don't think he will hate it at all either :) But its hard living here without any friends, without people I know to talk to... I only have him, his mom and his dad. Thats really my only social circle on a weekly basis. Every once in awhile, we see other bits of his family, but thats still slightly awkward just because I don't know all of them well yet. I adore his Uncle Bill and Aunt Karen... they are really awesome sweet people, and hilarious too :D
Well.. I think I've touched on most things now. Life is generally good, but trying to burp all the hiccups out... I'm incredibly impatient to hold my daughter for the first time, and I can't wait to come home in (Preferably) October so that my mom and dad can meet her ( and I can get all the things I've been buying on Ebay for her and sending to my moms).
If you have read all of this, you were either really bored, really interested or high and didnt really understand anything you read :P
Have a good night/day all!