It is amazing how much life can change in the blink of an eye. It has been eight months now since Alex and I married. I’ve become an avid backpacker. I’m in my third semester of grad school (if you count the summer). We’ve moved to an apartment closer to campus. Alex has started grad school. His daughter has moved in with us.
Oh yeah. Did I mention I was pregnant? Did I mention Alex’s daughter is pregnant?
Chaos does not begin to describe life right now.
Everything started back in May. Between classes and teaching, Alex and I were having a hard time finding time to be together. The problem was the drive time to campus. The solution was simple, at least in Alex’s mind. Sell the house and move. So we did. We decided to rent a two bedroom apartment near campus. A lot *nicer* apartment than the one I had as a starving student. We even have a garage. I didn’t know apartments had garages!
Then we went backpacking for three weeks along the Appalachian Trail once classes were finished. I signed up for a research class that did not actually have a classroom time; an independent study type deal. The next problem came when I realized I forgot my birth control pills. Since I just finished my period a week earlier and have not skipped before, I did not think it was a big deal. Wrong!
Before we learned I was pregnant and after our trip, Alex’s daughter came home for the summer. To stay. Univited. She and her boyfriend had a fight. Over the fact that she was pregnant. Apparently he wanted her to have an abortion. She wanted to get married and have the baby. Unemployed and no where to go, we offered to let her stay. And here she is. Still. She does have a job, a part-time job.
So here we are. One big, happy, dysfunctional family.