kicked in the teeth by the universe

So, life kinda sucks.

I'm 99.9993% sure that no one on Planet Earth reads/has read this blog. (Alpha Centauri is up for debate.) So I have no compunctions about whining about things that I'm not yet comfortable telling people I know.

I'm fairly certain I'm pregnant again. My son is only 7 months old, is a dedicated nurser, and refuses to sleep through the night in his own bed. This mild tragedy occured because I optimistically assumed that it was late enough in my cycle that my husband and I could forgo protection just once. HAH! Happy birthday, honey! I got you a baby!

As has been the situation since we moved here, neither my husband nor I can find employment. He FINALLY had a callback and interview, and subsequently was refused the job. WTF?! If anything he is overqualified for it. And now, we remain, unemployed. He is now receiving unemployment benefits, which means we won't lose the car. Yay.

Our church has quite possibly the awesomest welfare system on the planet. That being said, no one wants to have to use it. We had to, because we had a grand total of $6 to our name and no way of getting more. So we were given the magical gift of 2 weeks' worth of food, although since it was so generous it's more like 3-4 weeks' worth. There's only 2 adults to feed, here, and the 7 month old really just eats tidbits off our plates and booby juice.

I have a job possibility, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Because of our situation, and our reproductive silliness, we're having to apply for Medicaid. I have to go see a doctor for paperwork proof that I'm pregnant. I had a negative pee stick test, but I'm now 2 weeks late. Woot.

SO, all in all, I have a lot to be grateful for, but it doesn't make the difficult bits any easier to handle.