Believe it or not, life just got CRAZIER

I didn't think it was possible, but life just got a ton crazier. I mean, A TON. So Samuel's program is a two-year program, right? Its 36 credits, and the university considers 9 credits to be full time, so its 9 credits for four semesters - Fall, Spring (which is Jan - May), then Fall, Spring. (Remember, Sam's an artist. Art classes require HUGE work loads out of class, so 9 credits is about right.) Well yesterday it dawned on us that if he took 12 credits a semester, we could be done in three semesters ... and if he studied in the summer we could be done in a year. Which means a year less of school loans, a year less of apartment living, etc. The problem is, the capstone class has to be take during the last semester, and it is only offered in the Spring, so to get done in one year rather than two Samuel would have to start school on May 27th. I have spent many hours on the phone and emailing the admissions office, the program director, and his academic counselor, convincing them this is a good idea (apparently no student has ever done it in a year before) and getting everything set up.

As soon as that was done I called the realtor we're working with and put the house up for sale. The sign looks like a political one, huh?! A bit ghetto, but the greatest guy. Anyway, the house went up on the market on Thursday night, we had people come walk through it on Saturday, and today we got an offer. Yikes! We countered and we'll have to see where this goes. I hope things work out!! Here are my two plans:

PLAN A: If the house sells quickly, we pack up everything, get an apartment back east, and all drive out to Baltimore together around May 20th (four weeks from today). I figure out how on earth I'm going to do insurance, and who will tend my sqeakers, and then give birth at the end of June/beginning of July with little family help and a husband who is up to his eyeballs in homework.

PLAN B: If the house doesn't sell quickly, Samuel drives out to Baltimore alone, I live here, carless, until the house sells. Once it sells, Samuel gets us an apartment and I ABF all our stuff out to Samuel (you know, we pack the van, they drive, we unload). Then, because I will be too close to my due date to fly, I stay with my parents until the baby is born, and fly out with the three kids once the babe is safe to fly.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!