Joseph and I live in a ticky tacky little apartment. It's a one bedroom, one bath and we pray around eight-hundred including electric. We don't have a washer and dryer so I make it over to my mom's house once a week at least to do laundry or we pay the ten dollars it costs to wash and dry at the local laundry mat. We have seven other neighbors in our duplex buildings too. Our apartment is really adorable. We have a huge bedroom which fits our bed and all of baby K's essentials perfectly, a nice bathroom, an updated kitchen, and decent size living room. Either way, we like our apartment. Our landlord is nice, understanding.

However, we also share our apartment. With thousands and thousands and thousands of cockroaches. It's an infestation like I have never in my life seen before. Even when we lived out in Brandon in our tiny little shack-like apartment in the middle of nowhere we did not have them this bad. We go above and beyond making sure that we don't leave food anywhere. Not even dog food because it will be swarming with roaches. They harbor behind our trash can, our portable heater, inside of our beautiful couch, behind the things on the walls, on the walls, in the cabinets, everywhere. My stomach churned when I went to slip on my flats and twenty roaches scurried from each of my shoes. I thank goodness I hadn't gotten my foot inside yet, I probably would have died. The bathroom has become my best friend since I've gotten super pregnant and I wake up several times a night to use it. I think my breaking point was having roaches crawl on me while using the bathroom and having to throw out toilet paper after seeing one crawl out from the roll. I told Joseph I couldn't do it anymore.
Preventives? Yes! We have spent so much money on raid, home defense, moth balls, pill bait, gel bait, and we have had a professional come out twice. Nothing seems to work. They will disperse for a few days and then be back again in full force. Full force meaning that when we come home, they'll scurry on the floor, run up the walls, disappear behind the cabinets in the kitchen. I just want to live in a home where I don't have to rewash all my cups, dishes, and silverware before using it because I fear roaches were crawling on it.

We had a really long talk about how this place is no good for us and absolutely no place for our sweet daughter. I made Joseph understand that we might not get sick from the infestation but our baby girl very well could because of how many diseases roaches carry. Do we really want to worry about roaches crawling on our daughter while she slumbers her sweet slumber? Joseph understood completely, especially since we was awaken one night on the couch by several roaches exploring his arms and legs.
This is why I cried when I was given the news that we didn't get the condo that I so desperately loved. Joseph wasn't completely fond of it because he really wanted to rent a house. I mean, who doesn't want a house? But they are a lot more expensive to rent and with Joseph being the only provider, it's hard to afford a house. But God took my hand and he led me to what we wanted. To what would make us happy and I found this adorable maroon home, just sitting there waiting for a small family to make it a home. I sighed from how much I loved it. Our biggest obstacles that we face during trying to find somewhere to go is 1) we have two dogs and 2) Joseph has shitty credit. From multiple things. I consumed the house to the fullest, immediately discussing with the landlord about moving in. They credit check, but we explained Joseph's credit situation and he said it was no problem. They are mainly concerned with the background check, which we both will pass which flying colors. He told us it was ours and we paid our application fee and put the deposit down.

The house is on a corner lot, it's perfect size but the bedroom is a litter tinier than we would like especially with having to co-room with our baby girl, but we will figure it out. We always do. Other than the bedroom being tiny, it's perfect in every way. We have a small section on the side of the house that is locked and gated, which leads to a separate room for our own washer and dryer. Which means we can do laundry whenever we would like! I am going to my mom's tonight to scan and email the lease back to the landlord.

In the meantime, our entire focus is on packing up everything discreetly. Everything that belongs to baby K is going to my mom's to be washed. I am in the process of getting boxes and everything we own will be cleaned, boxed, and then sent to my mom's to sit in her garage. Our goal is to not bring a single fucking roach to the new place. We are throwing out our microwave and renting a UHaul and all of our things will be bombed several times, cleaned, bombed again, and cleaned again. It's going to be really extreme, especially so close to my due date but this is for my sweet, precious baby girl. I need everything perfect for her when she comes. I am a nesting motherbird, after all.