Or: Why I'm glad we're almost done with summer.
So, this summer has, so far, been awful - with a few bright spots.
My wallet got stolen off of my dining room table while I was napping in the bedroom.
Alex got head lice.
I ran over a chipmunk.
Alex got bitten by a spider while camping and her eye swelled up and needed antibiotics.
Mom took her off the antibiotics because she feared that the antibiotics brought on Al's nosebleed, four days into treatment.
Alex has had four more nosebleeds.
Bryn's work contract was not renewed and he has been looking for a new job for over a month now.
His unemployment is being held up because he worked for an educational institution and therefore needs to go through adjudication before he even starts the unpaid week of unemployment.
My ex-husband hasn't paid child support since May.
Bryn was diagnosed with high blood pressure.
His doctor wants him to go on a pretty strict diet and I'm trying to be supportive and eat like him (90% fresh fruits and veggies and protein, 10% carbohydrates). I really love carbohydrates though.
Our insurance doesn't fully cover all the work that need to be done on Bryn's teeth.
I miscalculated how much I need for the diaper service. I'm $100 short.
My first reader for my thesis backed out and no one stepped up to the plate of their own volition. I was rescued - but it was a terrible three weeks until that happened.
We had to go settle Bryn's father's estate - and that didn't go well.
We need to get lifts for the baby's bed so that it's level with our bed.
We need tools we don't have to fix the baby's cradle.
It's rained so much that the vegetables in our garden have swollen before ripening.
My feet have been swelling too.
I need to flip over my pillow every two hours (when I get up to pee) because I've soaked it with sweat.
And now I'm reaching... It's just felt pretty crappy for a few months around here. I guess I just wanted to vent a bit.
We have four weeks to make the place baby ready. I'll read for my thesis. Visit Mom and wash all the baby's clothes. Bryn will bring back a piece of furniture for more storage and some tools to help him with the cradle.
Everything is going to get better.
My therapist would be so proud.
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
30 Week Ultrasound
I went in for a second ultrasound today. It wasn't in my plans to have more than one when we became pregnant. Bryn's mom is a speech-language pathologist and according to her research there may be concern that those ultrasound waves could damage developing eardrums and ear bones. I have to repeat myself frequently around Alex... it's either too many ultrasounds (my OB was nuts for them) or she's too busy being her. I'm hoping it's the latter.
We had the first ultrasound and I've shared the pictures here; however, there was concern that I had placenta previa. My placenta was very close to my cervix earlier on and they wanted to make sure that it had moved with my growing uterus.
It did!
I didn't realize how scared I was until Tracy, the tech, told me that my placenta was 2 cm from my cervix and I nearly started crying. Bryn had to be at work, so I had Boo with me. I nearly grabbed her and squeezed her - I refrained (that wand pressing down is decent resistance. I think Tracy works out), but Alex could tell I had been scared. She asked what was wrong and I explained what I had been scared of and Alex just curled up in her chair looking scared. Tracy and I soothed her and explained that we were there to make sure that everything was okay. And we showed her on the screen where the placenta is and where my cervix is and Tracy measured it for her - and we were all relieved.
Bryn was upset he couldn't be there with me, and I told Tracy as much. She got out a different wand and looked for the baby's face. We gave Bryn the 3-D pictures of his son's face. He gushed all over them. He'll scan them and post them to his Facebook wall soon and then I'll steal them and post them to the blog.
Scary day turned into a very good day.
Update:
We had the first ultrasound and I've shared the pictures here; however, there was concern that I had placenta previa. My placenta was very close to my cervix earlier on and they wanted to make sure that it had moved with my growing uterus.
It did!
I didn't realize how scared I was until Tracy, the tech, told me that my placenta was 2 cm from my cervix and I nearly started crying. Bryn had to be at work, so I had Boo with me. I nearly grabbed her and squeezed her - I refrained (that wand pressing down is decent resistance. I think Tracy works out), but Alex could tell I had been scared. She asked what was wrong and I explained what I had been scared of and Alex just curled up in her chair looking scared. Tracy and I soothed her and explained that we were there to make sure that everything was okay. And we showed her on the screen where the placenta is and where my cervix is and Tracy measured it for her - and we were all relieved.
Bryn was upset he couldn't be there with me, and I told Tracy as much. She got out a different wand and looked for the baby's face. We gave Bryn the 3-D pictures of his son's face. He gushed all over them. He'll scan them and post them to his Facebook wall soon and then I'll steal them and post them to the blog.
Scary day turned into a very good day.
Update:
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
First Exam
There are three midwives at Tapestry Midwifery. Heather is the one with whom we started (that just sounds awkward, but I have an ancient English teacher screaming in my head), but she is pregnant and may not be back from her maternity leave before I deliver. Bryn and I decided to rotate through the midwives and get to know all of them as a matter of principle.
Today we met with Martha and her shadow. Alaura (sp?) is a midwife in-training and she sat in on my appointment and took my blood pressure. I was raised in a medical household, so I tend to be completely fine with trainees observing and helping - they have to learn somewhere. I'd rather have a doctor, nurse, or midwife who was allowed to listen, observe, and help than one who was constantly denied the opportunity while still learning. I treated her like a shadow and practically ignored her. I feel a bit guilty about that, but for those of you who have had "female" exams before, I think you may understand my detachment.
Bryn and I started by telling Martha how the pregnancy was progressing and how different this one is than Alex's. Instead of my face clearing up and feeling fantastic, I have completely broken out, I am queasy and exhausted. Martha smiled and gave me the old rote about no two pregnancies being alike. She also said that there are some OTC things I can do for my face and if it comes to it she can recommend a dermatologist consult. I think I'll stick it out. Martha mentioned rosacea and having read about it, I have to agree... I'm really not happy about this. She also mentioned that my blood work came back good, except my iron levels are where she would want them at 28 weeks - I need to step it up. Ugh...
We talked about my last pregnancy and her delivery and my labor and Martha reassured me that Tapestry is probably a much better fit for me than my old cranky OB had been. I don't want to get into Alex's birth story. But Martha had worked with the man who replaced my old OB and we agreed that he was very sweet and worth the hour trip for an annual Pap.
Down to the exam. Blood pressure was done by the shadow 110/74, which is perfectly normal but a bit high for me. But I'M GOING TO HEAR THE BABY! So I laid back, Martha gooped my belly (apologizing that she needed to use the goop, when the baby is bigger and easier to get at they use coconut oil), and ran the microphone over my belly. She had mentioned that it's still a little early and it may take a while to find it yet, but she pressed the mic down and slid it half and inch and "swishswishswishswishswish" loud and clear. I think Bryn came up out of his chair. The look on his face was amazing. He looked shocked and surprised and thrilled and so full of love. I thought he was going to scoop me up abdomen first and press his ear to my belly. We are going to bring Alex to the next appointment so she can hear too.
Obviously not me, but so you know what we were hearing:
And I am in my 12th week, so the heart rate is pretty accurate.
After listening to the baby, Bryn was asked to leave. This is the part of the exam that I dread and is no longer safe for children to read about. This is where I get asked about my past, my triggers, and whether or not I am safe in my current relationship. Ugh... I blamed my flashbacks and nightmares during Alex's pregnancy on the OB asking me those questions - I hadn't been thinking about any of it before he brought it up - it's all his fault! Well... not so much. Obviously. Most women who have been abused or assaulted have control issues and there is no control over what your body is doing during pregnancy or labor or delivery (well, a bit, but not nearly enough) and pregnancy is inherently sexual so all those vulnerabilities resurface and wreak havoc on a pregnant woman's mind. For some women a certain body position will freak her out for others it has situational triggers: showers, mustaches, Aspen cologne... For me there's one of each. I explained about Bryn shaving his face clean and kissing him and I had terrible nightmares, so he grew back his facial hair. Martha "awww"'d and phrased the next question gently, "So you feel safe in your current relationship?" instead of "Do you?" which I think was nice of her.
This next bit is more biological. My chest is clear, my heart sounds good, I got swabbed for chlamydia, the walls of my vagina are healthy and pink, and I have a "lovely" purple cervix. The shadow actually called my cervix "lovely" and I thanked her; it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about my cervix.
The swab for chlamydia will prevent the baby needing eyedrops. As I will be nursing immediately and eternally (if you've been there you understand), the Vitamin K shot will be unnecessary. Now all I have to do is figure out how to get around the Hep B vaccine. In talking to my mother, the RN, the Hep B is to protect the baby from the hospital. As the kid will be rooming in with me, not mopping up blood, swapping needles, or having unprotected sex, I think I may be able to get out of the hospital without the shot. I hope.
Today we met with Martha and her shadow. Alaura (sp?) is a midwife in-training and she sat in on my appointment and took my blood pressure. I was raised in a medical household, so I tend to be completely fine with trainees observing and helping - they have to learn somewhere. I'd rather have a doctor, nurse, or midwife who was allowed to listen, observe, and help than one who was constantly denied the opportunity while still learning. I treated her like a shadow and practically ignored her. I feel a bit guilty about that, but for those of you who have had "female" exams before, I think you may understand my detachment.
Bryn and I started by telling Martha how the pregnancy was progressing and how different this one is than Alex's. Instead of my face clearing up and feeling fantastic, I have completely broken out, I am queasy and exhausted. Martha smiled and gave me the old rote about no two pregnancies being alike. She also said that there are some OTC things I can do for my face and if it comes to it she can recommend a dermatologist consult. I think I'll stick it out. Martha mentioned rosacea and having read about it, I have to agree... I'm really not happy about this. She also mentioned that my blood work came back good, except my iron levels are where she would want them at 28 weeks - I need to step it up. Ugh...
We talked about my last pregnancy and her delivery and my labor and Martha reassured me that Tapestry is probably a much better fit for me than my old cranky OB had been. I don't want to get into Alex's birth story. But Martha had worked with the man who replaced my old OB and we agreed that he was very sweet and worth the hour trip for an annual Pap.
Down to the exam. Blood pressure was done by the shadow 110/74, which is perfectly normal but a bit high for me. But I'M GOING TO HEAR THE BABY! So I laid back, Martha gooped my belly (apologizing that she needed to use the goop, when the baby is bigger and easier to get at they use coconut oil), and ran the microphone over my belly. She had mentioned that it's still a little early and it may take a while to find it yet, but she pressed the mic down and slid it half and inch and "swishswishswishswishswish" loud and clear. I think Bryn came up out of his chair. The look on his face was amazing. He looked shocked and surprised and thrilled and so full of love. I thought he was going to scoop me up abdomen first and press his ear to my belly. We are going to bring Alex to the next appointment so she can hear too.
Obviously not me, but so you know what we were hearing:
And I am in my 12th week, so the heart rate is pretty accurate.
After listening to the baby, Bryn was asked to leave. This is the part of the exam that I dread and is no longer safe for children to read about. This is where I get asked about my past, my triggers, and whether or not I am safe in my current relationship. Ugh... I blamed my flashbacks and nightmares during Alex's pregnancy on the OB asking me those questions - I hadn't been thinking about any of it before he brought it up - it's all his fault! Well... not so much. Obviously. Most women who have been abused or assaulted have control issues and there is no control over what your body is doing during pregnancy or labor or delivery (well, a bit, but not nearly enough) and pregnancy is inherently sexual so all those vulnerabilities resurface and wreak havoc on a pregnant woman's mind. For some women a certain body position will freak her out for others it has situational triggers: showers, mustaches, Aspen cologne... For me there's one of each. I explained about Bryn shaving his face clean and kissing him and I had terrible nightmares, so he grew back his facial hair. Martha "awww"'d and phrased the next question gently, "So you feel safe in your current relationship?" instead of "Do you?" which I think was nice of her.
This next bit is more biological. My chest is clear, my heart sounds good, I got swabbed for chlamydia, the walls of my vagina are healthy and pink, and I have a "lovely" purple cervix. The shadow actually called my cervix "lovely" and I thanked her; it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about my cervix.
The swab for chlamydia will prevent the baby needing eyedrops. As I will be nursing immediately and eternally (if you've been there you understand), the Vitamin K shot will be unnecessary. Now all I have to do is figure out how to get around the Hep B vaccine. In talking to my mother, the RN, the Hep B is to protect the baby from the hospital. As the kid will be rooming in with me, not mopping up blood, swapping needles, or having unprotected sex, I think I may be able to get out of the hospital without the shot. I hope.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Spreading the news
I'm a bit superstitious. Blame it on being raised in rural Vermont. Blame it on years working in the theatre. Whatever the cause, I toss salt over my shoulder, pick up pennies, and avoid the Scottish play to such a degree that I've never actually read it (quite the accomplishment for an English major with a background in theatre). All that said: I wanted to wait three months to tell anyone we were pregnant. That went completely out the window on the drive home from Planned Parenthood.
Annie, Bryn's mom, called while Bryn was in the waiting room awaiting me to be done with the official test. He told her that he was waiting for me in the doctor's office and he'd call her back. Needing to explain why we were both at my doctor's appointment necessitated telling her what we were really up to. She was thrilled, apparently started crying, and swore she wouldn't tell my mother. Since I finally had an explanation for my fatigue and nausea, I was thrilled to have someone to talk to about it other than Bryn.
This was Monday, December 19th. I was not going to see my mother until the 24th. Bryn, Alex, and I were visiting friends on the 22nd, and on the 23rd, we would be visiting my father. Bryn's sister, her husband, and their sons were coming on the 25th. There were lots of people we would get to tell in person, but it would have to wait a few days. I'm not good with surprises. Bryn frequently gets his Christmas presents for his birthday (in November) and his birthday presents ... the day I get them.
We live with Alex, the six year-old. Keeping it from her was nearly impossible. It was also important to me that she be aware that Bryn and I were discussing moving. The move would affect her the most: she would need to change schools. Alex was terribly excited about the pregnancy and completely at ease with the idea of moving and changing schools. I'm a bit torn about this. I wanted her to have a sense of stability at least for the couple of years that I'm a UVM, so the idea of moving upsets me more than it does her, apparently. That and living in Colchester is the elementary school jackpot. Moving 300 yards down the street changes everything for her. Anyway, this is a topic for another post. Needless to say, my pregnancy was the topic of Circle Time on Tuesday morning and Wednesday evening's Daisy meeting. Most of Colchester knew I was pregnant before my parents did.
Bryn told his best friend, Ed, Monday night. He could not wait until he saw Ed on Thursday. At least Ed hadn't told his wife by the time I saw her. Joann and Ed have three kids. In the time I have known them I have not known Joann to not be either pregnant or nursing. I told her that I was pregnant this Christmas so she didn't have to be. The smile and hug were epic!
The next day Bryn and Alex and I set off for my father's house. Dad was so excited about Alex that I was hoping for more excitement for the new baby. I prefaced the announcement by saying that we had news. Dad looked happy and excited and said, "You're getting married?" at the same time Alex said that we were having a baby. Dad's face fell, "Oh". I know my dad is old fashioned and if I explained the money side of our decision he might understand, but I was just kind of hoping he would match his mood to the ones we were projecting and complain about it after we had left. My relationship with my father is not really relevant to this post or this blog, but his general disapproval of my life makes me less inclined to call or visit him which tends to make him less approving of me, so he may not show up in this blog nearly as frequently as my mother. I just wish he had been happier about our news. Kathy, my step-mother, and Aunt Barbara, my father's sister, seemed happy, so there's that.
Christmas Eve. I wanted Mom to be comfy and settled in before I told her. Telling her while she's hauling boxes and we're setting up dinner and stuffing our faces seemed imprudent. Mom brought her dear friend Kathleen with her to celebrate the holiday with us. Kathleen is a nurse midwife. Once we were all settled and fed, I was pooped. I told Mom and she practically squealed with joy! I then collapsed into the comfy chair and Mom and Kathleen doted on me. It was nice to have someone around to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, Bryn takes excellent care of me, but the sympathy given by women who have been there and witness it all the time is much different. They did all the dishes! They brewed tea and gave me sour candies! They sent me to bed!
Christmas Day was sort of anti-climactic. Four extra people were coming, but when Phil asked what was new, and Bryn said we had news, Beky squealed from the bathroom, "I knew it!" and that was pretty much the end of it. Eva, Bryn and Beky's stepmother called, and we told her too. Everyone was very happy. But we were done with the personal, face-to-face news telling.
A few people got texts from me on New Years. Bryn made an announcement on Facebook. I made an announcement on Facebook. Bryn told his boss - she is in charge of determining graduate housing so she was going to find out when we applied for a three-bedroom anyway. And she told everyone else.
Guess that's it. The news is out. So much for waiting three months.
Annie, Bryn's mom, called while Bryn was in the waiting room awaiting me to be done with the official test. He told her that he was waiting for me in the doctor's office and he'd call her back. Needing to explain why we were both at my doctor's appointment necessitated telling her what we were really up to. She was thrilled, apparently started crying, and swore she wouldn't tell my mother. Since I finally had an explanation for my fatigue and nausea, I was thrilled to have someone to talk to about it other than Bryn.
This was Monday, December 19th. I was not going to see my mother until the 24th. Bryn, Alex, and I were visiting friends on the 22nd, and on the 23rd, we would be visiting my father. Bryn's sister, her husband, and their sons were coming on the 25th. There were lots of people we would get to tell in person, but it would have to wait a few days. I'm not good with surprises. Bryn frequently gets his Christmas presents for his birthday (in November) and his birthday presents ... the day I get them.
We live with Alex, the six year-old. Keeping it from her was nearly impossible. It was also important to me that she be aware that Bryn and I were discussing moving. The move would affect her the most: she would need to change schools. Alex was terribly excited about the pregnancy and completely at ease with the idea of moving and changing schools. I'm a bit torn about this. I wanted her to have a sense of stability at least for the couple of years that I'm a UVM, so the idea of moving upsets me more than it does her, apparently. That and living in Colchester is the elementary school jackpot. Moving 300 yards down the street changes everything for her. Anyway, this is a topic for another post. Needless to say, my pregnancy was the topic of Circle Time on Tuesday morning and Wednesday evening's Daisy meeting. Most of Colchester knew I was pregnant before my parents did.
Bryn told his best friend, Ed, Monday night. He could not wait until he saw Ed on Thursday. At least Ed hadn't told his wife by the time I saw her. Joann and Ed have three kids. In the time I have known them I have not known Joann to not be either pregnant or nursing. I told her that I was pregnant this Christmas so she didn't have to be. The smile and hug were epic!
The next day Bryn and Alex and I set off for my father's house. Dad was so excited about Alex that I was hoping for more excitement for the new baby. I prefaced the announcement by saying that we had news. Dad looked happy and excited and said, "You're getting married?" at the same time Alex said that we were having a baby. Dad's face fell, "Oh". I know my dad is old fashioned and if I explained the money side of our decision he might understand, but I was just kind of hoping he would match his mood to the ones we were projecting and complain about it after we had left. My relationship with my father is not really relevant to this post or this blog, but his general disapproval of my life makes me less inclined to call or visit him which tends to make him less approving of me, so he may not show up in this blog nearly as frequently as my mother. I just wish he had been happier about our news. Kathy, my step-mother, and Aunt Barbara, my father's sister, seemed happy, so there's that.
Christmas Eve. I wanted Mom to be comfy and settled in before I told her. Telling her while she's hauling boxes and we're setting up dinner and stuffing our faces seemed imprudent. Mom brought her dear friend Kathleen with her to celebrate the holiday with us. Kathleen is a nurse midwife. Once we were all settled and fed, I was pooped. I told Mom and she practically squealed with joy! I then collapsed into the comfy chair and Mom and Kathleen doted on me. It was nice to have someone around to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, Bryn takes excellent care of me, but the sympathy given by women who have been there and witness it all the time is much different. They did all the dishes! They brewed tea and gave me sour candies! They sent me to bed!
Christmas Day was sort of anti-climactic. Four extra people were coming, but when Phil asked what was new, and Bryn said we had news, Beky squealed from the bathroom, "I knew it!" and that was pretty much the end of it. Eva, Bryn and Beky's stepmother called, and we told her too. Everyone was very happy. But we were done with the personal, face-to-face news telling.
A few people got texts from me on New Years. Bryn made an announcement on Facebook. I made an announcement on Facebook. Bryn told his boss - she is in charge of determining graduate housing so she was going to find out when we applied for a three-bedroom anyway. And she told everyone else.
Guess that's it. The news is out. So much for waiting three months.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Before the Baby
I suppose I should start with why Bryn and I are having a baby. We aren't married. I'm still in school. It doesn't seem like the most rational choice. But it is, sort of.
While I'm in school I'm legally protected. I can take the time I need and not be penalized. They have to let me nurse or pump when I return. In Vermont, there are a lot of allowances for pregnant and new mothers in the workforce, but it's hard to not be a burden when the majority of employers have fewer than 50 employees. I also would not have wanted to put off having a baby much longer and asking for maternity leave soon after getting hired in a career just seems rude.
So, that is how we decided to become parents to a new baby while I work on my Master's degree.
About the married thing... We'd love to. And it may happen before the baby comes, but as it stands, financially it is more prudent to remain living in blissful sin.
We decided to start trying in August. Life grabbed us by the throats and shook us around a bit, so after the initial decision we thought no more about it until mid-September. I joined a study here at UVM that is looking into pre-eclampsia. I'm a pretty decent candidate for the study, but after the initial tests they really need the subjects to get pregnant. So they gave me ovulation and pregnancy tests. As many as I wanted. I took an ovulation test every day for over a month. I started charting my temperature. I was using computer programs, graphs, marking the calendar, and making appointments with Bryn. It was terribly romantic. Then about two months after I started this it occurred to me that we are still relatively young and I'm stressing out about this more than is really necessary.
I was tired after getting the six year-old on the bus and Bryn out the door, so I went back to bed on Monday, December 19, 2011. I had a dream that I woke up to Bryn and Alex coming in the front door and waking me up from dozing while side-nursing my infant son. I woke up suddenly and took a pregnancy test. It took a while for the result to register and even longer for it to register with me. "Blithe, you are a Master's of English candidate. You can read a simple word. It says what you think it says." But I still needed to check a few more times.
I called Bryn and asked him if there were any three-bedroom apartments on our side of the townline and he sounded confused so I let him get back to work.* When he came home we were both in shock-ish and went down to Planned Parenthood, where I ran over a curb, went in the out and tried to get in the backdoor, but they verified the results on the little wee-stick.
Just in time for Christmas!
* the decision to have a baby means possibly moving again. None of us like moving, but even within UVM housing it would mean crossing the townline into Essex Junction from Colchester. That means Alex would have to change schools. Again. Colchester is the jackpot for elementary schools in Vermont, so I hate the idea of leaving this town for the one three blocks away, but Alex seems okay with the idea. I hope she's not expecting Smartboards and computers in every room at the new school.
While I'm in school I'm legally protected. I can take the time I need and not be penalized. They have to let me nurse or pump when I return. In Vermont, there are a lot of allowances for pregnant and new mothers in the workforce, but it's hard to not be a burden when the majority of employers have fewer than 50 employees. I also would not have wanted to put off having a baby much longer and asking for maternity leave soon after getting hired in a career just seems rude.
So, that is how we decided to become parents to a new baby while I work on my Master's degree.
About the married thing... We'd love to. And it may happen before the baby comes, but as it stands, financially it is more prudent to remain living in blissful sin.
We decided to start trying in August. Life grabbed us by the throats and shook us around a bit, so after the initial decision we thought no more about it until mid-September. I joined a study here at UVM that is looking into pre-eclampsia. I'm a pretty decent candidate for the study, but after the initial tests they really need the subjects to get pregnant. So they gave me ovulation and pregnancy tests. As many as I wanted. I took an ovulation test every day for over a month. I started charting my temperature. I was using computer programs, graphs, marking the calendar, and making appointments with Bryn. It was terribly romantic. Then about two months after I started this it occurred to me that we are still relatively young and I'm stressing out about this more than is really necessary.
I was tired after getting the six year-old on the bus and Bryn out the door, so I went back to bed on Monday, December 19, 2011. I had a dream that I woke up to Bryn and Alex coming in the front door and waking me up from dozing while side-nursing my infant son. I woke up suddenly and took a pregnancy test. It took a while for the result to register and even longer for it to register with me. "Blithe, you are a Master's of English candidate. You can read a simple word. It says what you think it says." But I still needed to check a few more times.
I called Bryn and asked him if there were any three-bedroom apartments on our side of the townline and he sounded confused so I let him get back to work.* When he came home we were both in shock-ish and went down to Planned Parenthood, where I ran over a curb, went in the out and tried to get in the backdoor, but they verified the results on the little wee-stick.
Just in time for Christmas!
* the decision to have a baby means possibly moving again. None of us like moving, but even within UVM housing it would mean crossing the townline into Essex Junction from Colchester. That means Alex would have to change schools. Again. Colchester is the jackpot for elementary schools in Vermont, so I hate the idea of leaving this town for the one three blocks away, but Alex seems okay with the idea. I hope she's not expecting Smartboards and computers in every room at the new school.
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