It’s been a while bloggy peeps (or at least, a while comparatively speaking). On Monday when we last spoke, I told you we were getting our AC unit installed on Tuesday.
We got that, and so much more than we bargained for to be honest.
Long story short, the guys show up at 8:00 am on the dot-which I love. I am quite timely myself and I like for others to be the same. They start work immediately. Around 8:30 am, the guy who sold us the deal shows up. He had told me he would just to make sure everything gets done right, so I appreciated this.
So I head out back with him where the guys have started dismantling the old unit. First problem, right out the bat-Our electrical to our house isn’t grounded. Now I’m no electrician, but I know grounding is important, so this scares me. Luckily it’s not a hard thing to do, but they need an electrician to do it for it to be “code”. I ask if that means that the job is off for the day and they say no-no big deal. They can keep going without it. Houses built in the sixties and seventies apparently weren’t grounded normally. It wasn’t required. However-the last people to install the last AC unit should have done it.
So that’s a bummer. This is already costing us a small fortune, and now we have to pay an electrician. Moving on.
I go back inside and watch some TV, staying close to the doors to the backyard in case they need me.
Then I hear them knocking for me again.
GOOD NEWS EXCEPT NOT GOOD NEWS AT ALL.
They had gone under the house to repair the duct work. I had been running the dishwasher. Apparently our drain pipe in the kitchen has a massive leak. It’s just spewing water under there and has rusted out a bunch of the duct work. They couldn’t get over there to work on it because of the water, plus there’s no point in fixing it until that pipe is fixed.
So now we have to get a quote from a plumber as well. And I want to bang my head into something and cry really hard.
But they did get all the other duct work rehung and repaired, so that’s good. And the stuff that’s rusted is at least still hanging, so it’s not an urgent repair need. Probably the best we could hope for honestly.
So they work all day long. ALL DAY LONG. Bless their hearts. I mean, they took a break to get lunch and go get some parts they needed, and I got to eat lunch with Chief at this neat soda fountain we have in town. AWESOME CHEESEBURGER. Anyway. Sometime around 6:00 as some of the guys are working inside cleaning out the ductwork, the crew foreman (who has been the bearer of bad news all day) comes inside, puts his head in his hand, and tells me that the unit they’ve spent all day installing is defective. The coil was smashed in shipping and is leaking freon, and they didn’t know it until they turned it on and discovered the problem.
I felt so. bad. for. him. I think he expected me to be really mad or something-but this isn’t their fault at all. He said he was incredibly embarrassed, and that this has never happened to him before. I said “You’re standing in the house of horrors, if it was going to happen anywhere, it’s here.” So he stayed another hour talking to his supervisor and figuring out a game plan. I told them we could just use the window unit another few days until they could get to it so they could all go home. He said “NO-you’re going to have AC tonight, no matter what.” So he determined that the leak is a slow enough one that he could fill the machine with freon and it would probably get us through a day or two. This morning as I was leaving the house they were pulling up with a brand new unit. Luckily all their work is outside today so they didn’t need me there. But I still felt bad for them. They were so nice to me and to my dogs and everyone.
Here are two problems I have with the job though:
1.) They didn’t replace the burned wiring that they were supposed to, so now the electrician needs to do it, but we paid for the AC company to do it.
2.) The deal was UP TO $500 in duct work repair. They told me they didn’t do that much, but they still charged me the $500 because they didn’t know what else to charge-the workers don’t set the prices.
So those are fairly minor things, and I think if I call the sales guy he’ll help me out on them. The plumber and electrician are both affiliated with this company, so it could be that he just gives me a credit towards their work, which I’ll gladly take. The house has been cooling nicely. I’m still pretty warm at night, but that’s because I’ve pulled out my trusty humidifier which is helping to keep my throat from hurting at night. I need to look into a cool mist one, because the steam one I have is keeping me pretty warm, and poor Chief is probably shivering on his side because I’m keeping the house at 71 degrees, if not lower.
Maybe stop reading here if you’re having a bad “in the trenches” day. I’ve been there, I get it. This is going to be obnoxious.
Other than getting my daughter at the end of this, there is nothing good about being pregnant right now.
The allergies plus what I’m guessing is an unpleasant case of pregnancy rhinitis have kept me down. And fatigue has come back with a vengeance that makes the first trimester look tame. I’m lucky in a lot of respects-I know. I don’t have acid reflux or digestive issues. No hemorrhoids since the first trimester. I had very manageable morning sickness.
But what I do have is pelvic pain when I roll over. Or if I’ve been moving around at work and then I sit for a while? Pelvic pain when I stand up and walk. And speaking of walking: I have a corn on the bottom of my foot. AN EFFING. CORN.
Chief is amazing though. Ah. Maz. Ing. Last night when I got home he had bought stuff for dinner, bought me flowers, cooked dinner AND cleaned up (fried pork chops, roasted brussel sprouts, and mac and cheese-eat your hearts out ladies). AND RUBBED MY FEET WITHOUT BEING ASKED.
While we were sitting on the couch last night, I said “we have seven weeks to go you know. SEVEN. WEEKS.” He said “that’s not that long, she’ll be here before you know it.” and I said “SEVEN WEEKS CHIEF. THAT’S AN ENTIRE SUMMER READING CLUB.” Which means nothing to him, but if you’re a librarian, Summer Reading Club is long. It feels long. And the idea that an entire one could pass before she gets here and I get unpregnant feels…well, long.
So I’m in an “Are We There Yet?” mood. I hoped you stopped reading if you aren’t the place for this, because I TOTALLY GET IT. I sound like an obnoxious, spoiled pregnant lady. And I’m fairly certain that at some point in the trenches I said I would NEVER complain about being pregnant but….that was naive librarian. Because even if your pregnancy is an “easy” one, it’s still hard.