Our new ward us mostly retired people. It's been a rough adjustment from having so many good friends in my ward to having zero and not knowing anybody. Last Sunday I had William with me during Relief Society. He was the only toddler running around or making noise. At one point he pulled a stack of metal chairs down. Thankfully they didn't land on him. Later, he fell while running toward the door and cut his lip on the vent in the door. So again he started crying. I ended up leaving and just crying. I couldn't handle it. I felt so alone and like everyone was judging me. The lady who taught the lesson came and found me after and told me she didn't mind one but that William was making such a scene. She was really nice and I just cried.
It's been hard not having so many friends right next door. I take William to the park on days when it's warm enough, but we go by ourselves. I met a girl a couple weeks ago but she works during the day so she can't really meet us at the park until later in the day. Even then, she has only come once. Anyway, it's been a little lonely. I've done stuff with friends and it's been good, but I feel like I don't have some really close friends I can open up to or talk to and relate to as much as the friends I left in Mesa.
We may not be able to qualify for a house since Austin hasn't had a steady income for so long. One way we can get qualified is if we put down 30% for the house, which is a lot! At least $60,000. We'll see what happens. We've also been trying to figure out when to start trying to have another baby. We thought we would start soon, but it hasn't felt right. I feel like we need to wait until we have figured out our housing situation and get a little more settled. And I think a lot of it is so I can be emotionally ready. I don't know if I could handle it yet. I get so exhausted chasing William around and I don't feel like I have much of a support system yet to be able to have another baby at the moment. Mostly being pregnant and sick would be ROUGH right now
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