Water, Water Everywhere

Kim

Water, Water Everywhere

So we had our first real experience in home ownership this past week.  Last Tuesday, we had a lot of rain, and on Wednesday, Matt noticed that the "man cave" in our garage, had water coming in.  The wall was wet, and it was leaking onto the floor at a pretty fast pace.  We ripped up the carpet and tore out some of the dry wall and sheet rock and found that there was a lot of water coming in from somewhere.  We just assumed, because of all the rain, we had a leak.  Luckily, it was in our garage, so while it definitely did some damage, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could've been.  Matt rigged up a system to catch the water and drain it out the garage via a garden hose, and truly, that saved us.  Thursday, we called a guy to come out and take a look.  He came out Friday, and as soon as he started digging outside our house, the water increased.  It was pooling up right against our house.  Also, on Thursday, we received a note from our utility company telling us that we must have a leak, because our water meter read was quadruple what it normally is.  Put 2 + 2 together...we have leak in our main waterline to our house.  At least at this point, we knew that it wasn't rain water and that we should shut off the water into our house.  That abated the flood.  However, that also meant that we couldn't flush the toilet, take a shower, etc.  So, with the knowledge that the contractor would be back on Saturday to try and find the leak and repair it, we headed to the in-laws house for the night.  I should've known better, but I really thought they'd fix it Saturday, and we'd be back in our house by Sunday.  Ha.



Exhibit 1: Man Cave

 Saturday came, and they dug and dug, and still couldn't get to the leak.  Apparently, our pipe is very deep in the ground, and the leak could be anywhere between the street and our house.  The repairman lets us know that it is going to be easier for him to just run a new line at this point, rather than continue digging and trying to find the old one.  Great.  So now I'm thinking, he'll do this Monday (today), and we'll be good to go.  Turns out, the utility company has to come mark all the lines in our front yard so they don't hit anything when digging (makes sense, I suppose), and it take them 2-3 days to do this.  Once they've marked the lines, the guys can come back and run the new water line.  So, it will probably be the end of the week.  And that doesn't even count addressing the water damage in the man cave.  But at least if they can get the line fixed, we'll be able to get back in our house.



Exhibit 2: Part of the hole
 outside our house

 I am very thankful that my in-laws live in town and that we can so easily take refuge at their house...but still...I miss our house.  And Fisher doesn't do nearly as well sleeping elsewhere.  She's great at home, but does a whole lot of barking when she's out of her element.  We're heading to my parent's this weekend for the holiday, so I just hope that the water line is fixed by the end of the week so we don't have to worry about that.  And hopefully our homeowners insurance will pay for part of this, so that its not entirely ridiculous.  I know God will provide, and we'll work it out.  I am just praying for a speedy and affordable solution.  I know it could've been a lot worse, and actually, the man cave will likely benefit from a little makeover. I never liked that faux wood paneling anyways.  Just isn't what we wanted to spend our money on at the moment.  C'est la vie, and count your blessings, right?

In other more-important/the-original-point-of-this-whole-blog news,  I am feeling pretty terrible these days.  But I know that is a good thing, right?  The queasiness doesn't really go away anymore.  Even eating only helps a little.  (Which in some ways is good because I don't feel like I'm eating as much as I was there for a while.)  But there is also little relief.  Still no actual throwing up though, which I'll take.  I go back to the doctor in 2.5 weeks.  I am ready for that appointment.  Then we'll know things are really on track, and we'll be able to tell our families, and I am just excited and ready for all of that.  Like I said, I think Matt's family is suspicious.  I think mine has no idea.  Hopefully, they won't get any hints this weekend at the beach.  I should be almost 8 weeks now...finally...a new week!  I feel like we are making some progress.  The secret is starting to feel more normal now though.  I still think it's crazy that I'm pregnant, but I am starting to get used to the idea and I think Matt is too.  Once we can tell the world, I think it'll feel really "real."  It sort of the whole, "if a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound?" thing..."if I am pregnant, but no one knows...am I really pregnant?"  Of course I am....but it doesn't feel like it yet.  Hurry up July 13!