After five (yes, count them FIVE) long calls to Windstream and two tech visits to my house the internet is working again. Who knows how long it will last. It’s slow, but I don’t care as long as it comes on.
The issue seems to be that the firmware in my modem–the new modem they gave us–needed to be updated, but no one told me until call number five.
Why would it take five different people and two different techs to tell me this information? Those idiots on the phone kept going through the whole, “unplug your router for a minute, then plug it back in and restart your computer…” Gee, I hadn’t tired that 209832432 times already! Clearly something else is wrong.
Why would they not let you know the firmware needs to be updated as soon as the tech unpacked the thing from the box and set it up? You need their password and username info to update it too, so it’s not like I could just know and do it myself.
Anyway, now it’s updated and we’ll see how long the internet stays on before no longer working. Hopefully longer than an hour this time?
This mycoplasma bacteria crap we are sick with sucks. It’s just like a bad cold/sinus infection/respiratory infection depending on how it decides to attack each person’s body. Mine is of course in my sinuses and ears. I just want to take handfuls of ibuprofen, but that isn’t safe during pregnancy. Tylenol does absolutely NOTHING.
Ada is probably the worst sick kid ever. The whining! The not sleeping! It goes on for days and days and days. OMG. Every time she gets the tiniest germ it’s impossible to just continue daily life. I have to put up with her misery for about two weeks straight. This is so fun while moving. So fun. Of course Tyler gets up at 1:30 and leaves for work at 2, then gets home at 6 in the morning six days a week, which means it’s only me with no break at all. What I wouldn’t give for someone else to be responsible for just a few hours, or for one meal, anything. Even just for five minutes while I brush my teeth and stare at myself in the mirror would be nice. Never going to happen though. I hate this aspect of my life.
The baby definitely had a growth spurt. My uterus feels HUGE now. I don’t know where else it could possible go. His toes are up at the point where my ribs come together, in my lungs. The maternity clothes I wore up until the end of my previous pregnancies are laughably too small. I’m a little scared! I don’t know if it’s because he’s a huge baby boy or because my uterus is just stretching out easier after multiple pregnancies. Time shall tell!
I’m not afraid he won’t fit out or anything, I had no issues giving birth to Rosie and Ada. I’m not a large person, but I have a roomy pelvis and expandable hips according to my midwife. Rosie and Ada both had perfectly round heads and everything! I am very curious what size Baby H will be, and how he will look, and what his personality will be like. He seems so unreal to me. Who is this little person filling every inch of my belly?
I can’t imagine having a newborn. We haven’t bought anything at all. If he’s born at 39 weeks like Rosie and Ada then I only have about 10 weeks to go. I have a feeling it will fly by. Next thing I know I’ll be having those all night pre-labor misery things going on, then one day it will be the real thing and there he’ll be…seems like a dream.
This is belly for week 29. (The mirror above the tub isn’t actually crooked, it’s just distortion.) My belly is huge for my super slim body, considering my stomach is normally totally flat. Everyone is always like, “Oh your belly is so tiny!” Yeah, actually not if you’ve regularly seen me naked!. The girls are enjoying watching it grow and rubbing it daily! It feels like I’m wearing a 300 ton elephant suit. If you look closely you can see how it’s not perfectly round. I think there’s a baby knee just on the far side of my belly button there.
(That’s a cat scratch on my back…don’t ask. And my ass is not actually totally flat, it’s just annoying ill fitting maternity pants! Driving me crazy!)
Living out here is still epically awesome. I’ve been taking lots of pictures with my iPhone due to lack of other technology.
I’m overwhelmed with moving disorganization, illness, pregnancy exhaustion, and setting up my farming things. I’m determined to get it all done though. Determined.
I charmed my neighbor (the goat owner Dale) into plowing up my garden space earlier this past week. He made it a bit…huge. What will I do with all this space! (Exciting and overwhelming!)
I still have to get out my rototiller to chop through the clods of grass and dirt, then rake out the debris. It’s very rocky soil. I’m not sure how well things will grow in it, but it’s too late to till in compost mixture right now. I can’t afford to buy compost for that large of a space, and I don’t have any of my own made. I’ll have to start composting in anticipation of next year’s garden. Then I have to buy and put up the t-post fencing, which isn’t hard to do…though I’m not sure how well it will go at 29 weeks pregnant. I’ll let you know in a few days, probably when I’m laid up with horrible pulled muscles…
Did I mention I’m determined?
Rosie is having the time of her life playing excavation in the garden space. The original farmhouse used to be back there, so she’s finding all kinds of bits and pieces of old pottery and broken glass jars in various sizes. She’s having fun trying to match up all the pieces, then imagining what they used to be and who used them for what.
I have a bunch of seedlings for the garden already started. About 25 tomato plants of various kinds, about 8 bell pepper plants, a couple Zucchini plants, and a few green bean starts, plus my big strawberry patch I need to move from my old house. If I can hurry up and get the garden all set up this week I can plant a bunch of green beans, corn, maybe some summer peas if I can find heat tolerant ones, more squashes, and I don’t know what else.
I also have chicken eggs coming out of my ears. I get more than a dozen a day, even with the stupid Lucy Andalusian chicken eating some eggs before we can gather them. (Maddening!!)
Their pen is working out really well, but it’s a bit crowded. I need to order a couple more rolls of electric netting (200 more feet) to expand their space to 300 feet total. Tyler also needs to build a second hoop coop, but he won’t have time for awhile. Not until we get everything moved in and unpacked. I plan on moving the hoop coop(s) and fencing every two weeks so that they are always on fresh grass and never on mud.
I’m loving this electric netting so far. I read it takes 3,000 volts to zap a coyote through its fur. Even with weeds on the fence (which causes the fence to not be as powerful) my voltage meter is reading at 7,000 volts. Take that murderous predators! I’ve also promised the girls bunnies, but not until our house sells. Billy Who Wants to Buy Our House hasn’t called back. Too bad, maybe that was too good to be true.
This is their hoop coop. It’s not fully finished–the tarp is supposed to be nailed on tightly, and it needs nest boxes. But it works fine for now. I’ll get it finished nicely before the baby comes, at least.
The electric netting needs to be tighter, but I haven’t had internet to watch the troubleshooting videos yet. It’s sagging because the land is uneven. I know there’s some solution, I just don’t know what yet. It still works fine for now despite hitting the grass and popping a bit.
Over the winter I’m going to use bales of straw to keep the hoop coop warm. I saw on a blog where someone made an entire floor out of straw bales and set the coop on top of it, then let the chickens scratch it down over the winter. After that they composted it all. Glorious idea!
Rosie is feeding them scraps. Both girls already know how to unhook the electric fence at the battery, and then hook it back up, so they can go in and out without getting zapped.
I also need to build permanent housing for the battery energizer that hooks to the fence…so much to do! Right now it’s just in a bucket with plastic. More temporary short cuts.
The thing about living way out here is that everyone has random stuff going on. No one has picture perfect homes, lawns, or magazine worthy farm set-ups. Just not the way it works, so no worries. Goodbye suburb perfection, hello reality!
I wish these two were focus properly! This is Jenny, their favorite little banty hen.
Rosie is simply glowing. She is incredibly happy to be living here. (Also, why/how is she so old now! What the heck happened!)
The scenery out here is just mind blowing. I LOVE waking up and going to sleep surrounded by this place.
(I’m also loving the panorama ability with the iPhone 5. Wow!)
This is the cabin at night, as viewed from the chicken pen.
Rintoo enjoying a breeze through the front door.
Yes, that’s my giant screen front door and my wide plank willow wood flooring. Bliss!
The moths out here are very large, and there is such an interesting variety in color and size!
(Ignore all the disorganized moving mess on my porch…it will be straightened up one day. Eventually.)
I really like this spot. The graveyard is just through those trees. This is behind the chicken pen.
This is one of my favorite spots just around the corner. It’s a cattle farm.
After all that garden bed digging…
The graveyard path through the woods…this is where our property line ends. I love visiting here.
These people lived on this gorgeous property a hundred years before I did. It seems fitting that they are still here, in some form.
I don’t know why they don’t mow around these. There are snakes in there, but I’m dying to see what those gravestones say.
Rosie is in her pajamas because we walked out there this morning before breakfast. We wanted to run through the fog, just because it’s fun.
See? I can’t believe this is where I live.
Morning time. I’m more than happy to roll out of bed.
The kids love it here so much. Every time we go back to our house in town to finished packing stuff all they do is cry and whine to come back to the cabin as soon as possible.