Too much bumpy

So the stress levels are now officially unmanageable. Our basement flooded on Saturday thanks to an incredibly rainy November and a terrible storm on Friday that knocked out power for three days. We went to bed on Friday night feeling all lovely and snuggly without television and a healthy dose of romatic candlelight. Saturday morning there were 4 inches of water in the basement. Sunday it was up to a foot. I was a complete mess. I realize that I'm pregnant and susceptible to crying jags but the sight of tiny infant clothes floating in water was too much.

The water is out and the power is back on, but we are poorer and desperately in need of shelving and a plumber. Those two things will make us even poorer but fuck it, right?

I can't wait for my parents to come back from South Africa so they can help me get ready for this baby. A guy at work asked me when I was due "June?" he says. I nearly punched him in the throat. June?!?!?!? Imagine if I had to wait until June? I think I would die.