And I'm really not sure where I should. On the one hand, I need people I like to read it. On the other, I don't want people I like to read it. A conundrum. I've several avenues to go about. This is likely least to get read. Sort of. More or less. I dunno. Let's start, shall we?

First of all, I'm moving in a couple weeks. Whether or not I'm going with the rest of my family and all our worldly goods remains to be seen. We're flat broke. We're broker than that even. Through no fault of his own, my husband's unemployed. The company he worked for was essentially run by slave-drivers that held a golden carrot just out of reach of mere mortal workers. Only the select few that could kiss ass were made permanent employees. The rest were held on the tenterhooks of temporary status. This means they could be terminated for any reason, at any time after their contract ended. His contracted ended. He had the flu. He followed the channels to getting the days off he needed. They fired him. Great people.

Unemployment insurance was a brief respite. That ended two weeks ago. It wasn't a lot, but it allowed us to do the things people take for granted. Like eating.

And then there's my health. I was diagnosed with diabetes in November '05. Terrific news! I have my suspicions that it isn't honest to God diabetes, but some sort of weird really early gestational diabetes. I've treated it like the real deal though, so I'm not that bad off. I had been taking medication for it, and with the medication and a new diet (Not the losing weight kind, just a new method of eating) I've been able to keep my sugars normal. I ran out of medication in April. I also modified my diet even more, to off-set the lack of medicine. Sugars were a few points higher, but still within range. Then I ran out of testing materials. Joy. A bottle of testing strips (not covered by insurance when we had it.) runs at fifty dollars. Steep, huh? And that's approximately a dollar per strip. A fucking dollar per day to test my blood.

Around February, I realized that I wasn't having my monthly visitor. And my tummy was wiggly. Gee. I was so stressed from the diabetes, that I didn't really notice until the tummy-wiggling. We'd been planning to move somehow this year, due to the oldest girl starting school. The realization that we're pregnant pretty much cemented the deal.

If we'd been smart, we'd have moved as soon as we'd gotten our tax money. However, I dragged my feet about getting the secondary car on the road. If I'd gone ahead and thought about it, we'd have done that, and sold the van while it was still actually running. But damnit, I got attached to the stupid thing. Oh well. Hindsight's 20/20, right?

So, my family's going to help with the move, and pretty much all the expenses entailed with that. The problem lies with getting to the day we're leaving. We're out of milk, and nearly out of gas. I've got seven bucks in my purse. Which do I buy? Gas so I can get to my appointments next week? Or milk, so my kids can eat cereal in the morning, and I can have that sweet nectar of the gods, coffee? Granted, I could technically have tea in the morning, rather than coffee. But the kids still need milk. Could I possibly do both? Both are really fricking pricey lately. And the car only gets 19MPG in the city. I could buy at most, a gallon of gas. Two, if I don't get milk. Which is pretty much just enough to get to the appointments I need to get to.

This just sucks. ><