It doesn't always bite, despite what Winona and Ethan would have you believe.
Take my current reality, for example. Yes I have recently received thinly veiled death threats in the form of "request for payment" letters from two dentists and the BC Medical Services Plan (Turns out there was some confusion over what my dental insurance actually covered, so now I have to pay considerably more out of pocket for my wisdom teeth and recent fillings--including the recent filling which I still can't chew on over a month after it was "fixed." And MSP has decided to charge me for the year I "forgot" to register and pay my monthly medical services expenses after I went from student to working chump), but at the same time I am going on holiday this coming Saturday and I had a really nice whole-wheat English muffin for breakfast--so it all sort of balances out.
Another thing shaping my current and future reality is a decision Simon and I have made recently. A whopper of a decision, actually. We're going to try for a baby and move out to Port Moody (where we have some hope of renting a 2-bedroom condo for under 1500 a month). It's a little scary, seeing as how I'm 34 and not some young 20-something baby-making machine. However, if our previous experience was anything to go by it seems like the conception part won't be too challenging. What happens or doesn't happen after that is the scary part. But we're going in with our eyes open and prepared for whatever outcome is meant to be, although it would be a cruel twist of fate if we ended up losing our fabulous current home to be stuck in the boonies of Port Moody without even a little future meal ticket to dress up in H&M baby clothes and watch Sponge Bob with.
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That is a big decision! Good luck. I'm sure you'll be healthily pregnant before I am like the rest of the free world. ;)
Whatever will be will be, as they say. Now that we're off the fence, it would be disappointing if it didn't happen, but on the other hand I'd get to keep drinking wine. So there's that.
I'm about seven years younger than you are, and so many of my friends are waiting until they've hit 30 to have a baby that it really doesn't seem that unusual anymore. Hey, Nicole Kidman got pregnant recently, and she's like, what, 102? You'll be fine, don't worry about it.
Besides, it's important that smart, funny people like you pass on your genes, so that we don't produce another generation of stupid, lazy people. Like myself.
Lucky--I wish I was seven years younger than me. Yeah, you're right, what's good enough for Nicole Kidman is good enough for me. Except I don't want to marry some country singing alcoholic. And I could do without the "Bewitched" remake on my resume. But she has really pretty skin. And bags of money. It's settled then, I will become Nicole Kidman.
Re. Your teeth: I should have thought of this earlier, but have you tried the dental department at UBC?
Mme got treatment at a university because she was, as her own dentist (who doesn't do major reconstruction) said: "You're some grad student's wet dream."
It cost half the price it otherwise would have.
As to the other stuff: Congratulations and happy trying. As to PoMo, you may want to calculate the cost of fuel, travel time, and/or bus routes before you move to an area where you'd have to commute. Mme and I fortunately live a short distance from work, and our morning fight as we walk in together is quality time we would miss otherwise.
yeah, we've balanced the books every which way but loose and po-mo still comes out on top. It's cheaper rent and Grandma-adjacent for childcare when I go back to work (wowza it costs sooo much for a good daycare, and apparently it's not a good idea to just leave the kid with the creepy eye-patch guy who offers to watch it for half price). Plus it only adds 18 minutes to my commute. Simon will be bearing the brunt, what with dropping the fruit of his loins off in Coquitlam and then driving to Vancouver every day--but, it's not me so it doesn't really matter.
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