More big news, but first the bad news...
Dave and I have been looking into buying a house in the Dallas area. We have been researching (with a lot of help from Paula and others) schools, commute times/expenses, neighborhoods, cost of renovations, etc, but we unfortunately found out last Friday that because of our growing medical expenses along with our other debt (student loans, credit cards, car payments, etc.) that there is no way that we can be pre-approved for a house loan. This was a huge blow to me because we have never been denied for loans for financial reasons, or any other reasons before. I have always felt that we were good stewards of money, and that we were responsible. That is not to say that we never experienced rough financial situations; however, my gracious in-laws have always been willing to help out (though it was and has always been incredibly humbling to me to accept money, but I will be the first to admit that my pride needs to be knocked down a few notches at times. I am still learning that I can't do everything perfectly, and sometimes when life gets tough, one just HAS to ask for help.) At any rate, this news was difficult to take in, and it honestly made me angry, and when I get angry, I cry. I felt like all of the work I put in on my 'five-year-plan' of graduating with a master's degree, and buying a house, and getting a fence, and adopting a dog for my son (and future sons) and being able to provide for my family was for nothing. A complete waste of time. In 2 1/2 weeks, we would be homeless, and we wouldn't be able to buy a house and we wouldn't be ready for Emmett and Owen to come home from the hospital because what we can afford in rental property will be approximately half the size of our current home, and at best, we would be able to find a 2 bed/1 bath apartment in our price-range, and how were we going to fit 6 people into that, and we have to give up our sweet puppy-dog and cat, etc... Home ownership was a huge deal to me, and we had just given it up when we signed the contract for our house to be sold. Now for the silver lining: We are not giving up what we thought was important for ignoble reasons.
Dave put it into perspective for me: At this time in our life, we can choose a house, or we can choose our family. Which is more important? At this point, my pea-brain realized that my family is more important than owning a house with a fence and a dog. No one can take away my education, so all-in-all, I might feel like this is a set-back, but it is just a re-focus of what is really important in life: God, family, friends. The end. Stuff is only clutter, and can be gotten rid of.
So. We are onto plan 'b' - Renting. Downsizing. And doing so with a grateful heart. I will say, though, that finding a place to rent is the easy part of the process.
Now to the good news. The boys are 4lbs 12 oz and 4lbs 10 oz. By the time they are born, they should be just over 6lbs each! The maternal-fetal specialist said all is well, and we are now looking at delivering between 36 and 37 weeks! The high risk O.B. brought in a calendar and asked me to pick a date between the 17 and the 19 of July. We settled on the 18th of July. A few moments later, he came back in and rescheduled it for July 12th because the maternal-fetal specialist had serious doubts as to whether I would make it to 37 weeks! So, July 12th at 12:00 p.m. it is, which will be 36 weeks and 1 day. That is less than a month away! In addition, I am to begin weekly appointments to continue monitoring the boys. Dave and I have a care conference with a multi-disciplinary team tomorrow, and then I will be back next Thursday (June 21) for more appointments, and then again the following Thursday (June 27), and then we close on the house the next day (June 28th).
And then two weeks later, we are giving birth to our two special boys.
And our lives will never be the same again. :)