TODAY IS A GREAT DAY - I'M JUST A BITCH.
All right. I've calmed down a little. Today, after all, was a pretty good day.
We
finally signed the P&S for our new house. Now it just needs to be built. We even filled out MOST of the selection sheets, so I can stop agonizing over all these little details. I can't believe the degree to which some of these decisions have been driving me bananas. We had 2 choices for the "style" of our shutters. I picked one style and for 3 weeks have absolutely been convinced that I made the wrong choice. WHO CARES? We're talking about shutters. Today, that choice is finalized. No going back now, I need to get on with my life.
Then of course I changed the ONE detail of our new home that Anthony picked out - the color of the vinyl siding. He told me that, overall, he thinks that I have good taste and he is comfortable with me selecting everything - every single detail was up to me to decide. Everything except the color of the vinyl siding - that was the ONE thing he picked out on his own. So of course, this morning before we signed the P&S I drove down our new street where many of our new neighbor's homes are in various stages of construction. I "convinced" him to switch to a vinyl siding color of my choosing, beautifully displayed on a completed home at the opposite end of the street. I am absolutely unbelievable. "Granite Grey," I argued, "is just too dark. Dark colors make things look smaller, and we don't want our new house looking smaller than it really is, do we? I vote for Sterling Grey." Anthony agreed. Or did I strong-arm him? Either way, I took away from him the one single detail in the house that was his. And he doesn't even seem to mind. God, I love him.
Anyways, maybe I am being so overbearing about the house because it is one thing in my life I currently have control over. Can't seem to figure out how to make a kid, but god dammit I can throw together the most beautiful freakin' house you've ever seen. I mean, I've got us paying for extras here and there that are the most miniscule details, but when the whole package is put together, it is going to be awesome. Perfection. Ah, yes, this I have control over. My own body? No. Where my body lives? Yes. This must be why I have so completely dived in to the process.
It may also explain why I was such a bitch when the signing was all done. I was snapping at Anthony in the car ride all the way home. We had to make a side trip to drop off an application for my mother and I to participate in a large Christmas fair in November. Yes, the application is due May 1 for a CHRISTMAS fair. They even have a jury to decide whether or not you'll be "allowed" to sell your products, if they deem us worthy. F' them. (Unless of course they accept us! Then I will sing their praises!)
Anyways I started being really bitchy to Anthony in the car on the way home - practically picking fights with him. We walked into the house and he retreated to the bedroom. Couldn't get away from me fast enough. And how could I really blame him?
Then I called my mom to tell her the application was dropped off. My dad got on the phone and they were asking about how the P&S went. I was still in my bitchy mood and my head hurt and I REALLY, REALLY, just didn't feel like being chatty. "Boy, you're in a great mood" my mom said. Dad said "Aren't you supposed to be happy? Celebrating? Today is a great day, you're building a house!"
"I have to go lie down. It is a great day, I am just tired and need to rest - it was a draining process." I hung up the phone.
I suspect I know where the bitchy-ness came from. I am not mad. I am terrified. With the P&S to focus on, I haven't had time to focus on Wednesday. I am terrified to have surgery. I am dreading it something awful. I know it is "routine" and I've blogged on this topic previously, but I guess with all other formalities out of the way there is not a lot to think about or focus on and I can't avoid the subject any longer.
I am scared. I am scared of the pain and the recovery process. I am scared that I won't make it through and they'll have to tell Anthony I died on the table. I am scared that they will botch it and I will lose my uterus or part of my bowels.
Most of all, I am scared of being so close to THE ANSWER. I've replayed the words by now over and over in my head and I am so afraid that I am going to be one step closer to the words actually being spoken out loud.
"Ms. Corrado....I'm afraid its worse than we thought. I'm afraid it will be impossible for you to ever get pregnant. I'm sorry."
I'm so scared of the possibility of that, and terrified of what that means for me, and Anthony, and for the rest of our lives. That Gerber Baby commercial with the slogan that rings so true, "Having a baby changes everything" - well I've got news for the Gerber people, not having a baby changes everything too. It changes lifelong plans. It changes lifelong dreams. It changes the meaning of everything in my life.
Hey, didn't I start off by saying that today was a GOOD day? I think these long, ranting, depressing blogs are the results of having to face my fears about Wednesday.
And, the good news is I am agonizing over whether or not to put white or black marble tile on the floor of our full bathroom. I can always keep using our new house as a distraction.