Depressing House Hunting, Day 2

Today was worse than yesterday, if you can believe it. We decided to up our budget to $1600 (vs. $1400) hoping it would net us some decent rentals.

Nope.

They were just shitholes with more square footage. >:XX

I mean, I know we will have to make some concessions, but we are just not ready to pay a premium to live in a straight-from-the-70s-never-been-updated home.

We also looked at some resales—and those were even MORE disappointing. We are trying to keep the price down, so we were looking at some foreclosures… BAD IDEA. They were the worst shitholes of all. One we couldn’t even walk in because the smell was soooo bad. Even if we had found a decent one (or one of the MANY “short sales”) our agent said that trying to buy one was a nightmare—we might wait four months for an answer, and then STILL not get it. So all the short-sales (probably 75% of the market) are immediately out of the running.

There were about three or four new rentals that we had been excited about—that just came on the market—but, of course, they were already gone by the time we got around to calling on them. VERY FRUSTRATING.

On a somewhat positive note, we had a good lunch at Panera Bread. 😛

Seriously, on a somewhat positive note, the very first rental we looked at—that we had deemed the ONLY one with any decent potential (and that’s saying a lot because it’s FAR from being even close to what we want)—came back with a “yes” for pets, so that is an option. It’s still too much money for what it is, and doesn’t have a fence (and can’t get one), and is so small we will have to sell half our furniture—but it at least falls within our BAH allowance and is about 15 minutes from Tom’s new office (hopefully, we haven’t tested it in traffic).

We are just so thoroughly disappointed with everything here…it’s very depressing. Which is sad because we were SO looking forward to it and were SO excited.

Depressing House Hunting

House hunting for rentals is NOT going well.

We walked into the office with about 30 potential rentals and by the time we were ready to go looking, it was down to 8—the agent took a lot out because she knew they were too far away or were in bad neighborhoods or were too big (a favorite of ours was taken out because she said our heating bills for a 3000sf old house would be in the $500 range).

So…our top two choices were taken by the time we were ready to see them so that was a BIG disappointment. The ones we are looking at are in the $1100-1500 range and they are…not what we want (so we can’t even imagine trying to go cheaper). There is only ONE so far that we considered doable, and they don’t take pets, so we have a call in to say “what will it take to allow pets.” Other ones that may be doable are either too far away or don’t allow pets. Some we had to take off because the master bedroom was too small (since when can 12×10 be a MBR?) or it was SO old and disgusting you couldn’t pay me to live there.

So, we have decided that we are going to look at rentals AND resales. We are just really afraid that there aren’t going to be any rentals and we will have looked at 10 total over 10 days and will leave with nothing. Worst case, we buy…get a cheaper house payment…and in two years, either the market will have turned around and we can sell…or it will be the same as it is now and it should be easy to rent.

It has just been VERY depressing and we’ve only been at it one day. 🙁 Needless to say we now love our $1500 mortgage for our 2200sf brand new house with 4BR/2.5BA and a 17×14 MBR. The same $1500 here gets you something from 1970 with 1400sf, 1.5 or 2 baths, and a 13×12 MBR.

Two OB Appointments

I just got back from my first OB appointment of the day and it was pretty useless. The doc didn’t have any of my test results—because they were at another doc’s office (the specialist I am going to see this afternoon). And the doc didn’t have much else to say other than my blood pressure is normal (so maybe when it was high those few times, it was just a spike for whatever reason) and everything looks good. We did get to hear the heartbeat again (which is always cool) but I had hoped for…more. I am sure I will get more this afternoon, with the specialist.

The appointment with the specialist was, as expected, much better. I had another full ultrasound (all on DVD, if we can ever figure out how to convert it to something we can upload here) and…we found out the sex!

To be totally honest, Tom and I were both momentarily disappointed, only because we both REALLY wanted a girl—and I was SURE I was having a girl. But a little Owen is just fine with both of us… I teased Tom that he could now be a coach for his son and he was like “Our daughter could be in sports, too.” And I just looked at him like “Please? Not if my daughter takes after me!” 🙂

Anyway, the doc said the baby is perfect—about 7oz (which seems to be a bit larger than the averages WebMD and Baby Gaga estimate)—and I am doing fine as well. He said of the three main issues that sent me to him in the first place—high blood pressure, past thyroid issues, and my “advanced age”—two seem to be reconciling themselves (blood pressure and thyroid) and don’t seem to be anything to worry about (although we will still keep checking them).

My next appointment with the base doc is in three weeks, mainly so they can start the process of transferring my records and possibly recommending a doctor in Michigan. My next appointment with the specialist is in six weeks—right about the time we should be moving—so I hope I can keep the appointment (I really really like that doctor).

When I called my mom to tell her, one of the first things she said was something along the lines of “Katie needs a big brother!” so it looks like grandma is already expecting kid #2. 😉

Edited 11/18/2009 to finally add the ultrasound video (the quality isn’t the best, but I didn’t want to upload a 100MB file):

Vague & Vaguerer

Home Builder | Edmonton, AB, Canada

Me: “Good morning, *** Homes.”

Customer with really thick accent: “How much is house?”

Me: “Which home is that? Would you like to speak with a Realtor?”

Customer: “No, how much is house? House?”

Me: “Sir, I’m sorry, but I cannot tell you that without an address––and in any case, you need to speak with a Realtor.”

Customer: “House! How much is house?!”

Me: “More than a couch, less than a rocket ship. Have a nice day!”

What’s scary is this sounds like actual calls we get at our office! -jen

16 Weeks

WebMD:

Your baby now measures about 4.3 to 4.6 inches from crown to rump and weighs about 2.8 ounces. Fingernails are well-formed and the fine hair, called lanugo, continues to grow on the head. Arms and legs are moving, the nervous system is functioning and muscles are responding to stimulation from your baby’s brain. You may be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat in the doctor’s office. Your uterus has grown significantly by now and weighs about 8.75 ounces. Within the next few weeks you may start to feel your baby move, called “quickening.” It’s often described as a gas bubble or subtle fluttering movement. As it happens more regularly, you’ll know it’s your baby. There are other physiological changes happening in your body. Increased blood volume to support your growing fetus may cause nosebleeds, and veins may become more apparent. Because your uterus is shifting, you may not have to urinate as much.

Baby Gaga:

Over the past three weeks your astounding growing baby has managed to stretch yet another 2 full inches (totaling about 4.5 inches) and weighs around 3.5 ounces. Yessireee, that’s some pretty serious growth… and with it comes several physical developments! For starters, their head to body ratio is finally starting to even out a bit as the rest of the body is actually growing faster than the head at this point. Yes, your little light bulb is not so top-heavy. Their adorable little limbs have lengthened, almost reaching their normal proportions which they will have at birth. Their eyes are still closed but moving and if you had an ultrasound, which many doctors recommend you have at about this time, you may even see your little one sucking on a thumb, not to mention the necessary signifiers to let you know whether you’ve got a wee lad or lassie.

So, things are crazy.

We have been scouring Realtor.com and other real estate websites trying to find our perfect house—the right price with the right amenities in the right area. And we have about 50 houses on our “potential” list and were getting VERY excited about house-hunting next week.

Until we started freaking out about our house not selling.

We’ve only had about five showings in the three weeks it’s been on the market—and we KNOW that it is going to take a bit longer to sell (our neighbors priced their house WAY below market—so that they were losing money—and it still took five months to sell). We are offering $10,000 to “use as you choose” AND we just reduced the price—and still nothing. >:XX My boss says that he doesn’t think it’s the price at all—it’s just a dead market right now…and nothing in that range is selling quickly.

Technically we can still qualify for another VA Loan if this house doesn’t sell (Tom still has a big chunk of eligibility left), but then we are stuck with two mortgages which we certainly can’t afford. (Maybe if we knew it would only be for a month, but how can we chance that?)

So, after a steady month of searching for houses, we are now looking for rentals. We really did not want to rent…

  1. Because finding a rental is hard.
  2. Because living in a rental after owning is harder.
  3. Because rentals aren’t likely to take pets, let alone three.
  4. Because rentals are more expensive than buying.

Yet we are looking for rentals so we hopefully won’t be in this same position in two years when we are ready to move—and don’t have the listing discount courtesy of a place I’ve worked for four years.

So we are not QUITE as excited about house-hunting anymore. 🙁

And if we are seriously looking for rentals (which I guess we are), this is WAY too soon to be looking—if we find something we like/want, we will have to start paying on it ASAP (dropping probably $3,000 for rent and deposit) and we won’t even be there (unless I moved up early, which sounds great…but then I’d lose pay here, which isn’t great). But we can’t really change the leave dates at this point.

So we are going to be looking at rentals AND houses, hoping we find a perfect rental AND giving our agent a Top 3 list, in case we actually decide to buy (i.e. if our house sells and we make a chunk of change and we love a resale house better than a rental house) so she can write a contract for us after we leave.

This is just SO hard to deal with, especially for someone who likes to be in control of things. :no:

Whatever you give a woman, she’s going to multiply.

Whatever you give a woman, she’s going to multiply.
If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So—if you give her any crap, you will receive a ton of shit.

Love and appreciate all the women in your life.

Names have been picked!

I swear I had already posted this, but after a chat with my dad, he assured me I hadn’t. That said, I still thought I had told anyone and everyone what the names were!

So, without further ado…

Kathryn (Katie) Jean for a girl, after my Grandma Len and my mom.

Owen Michael for a boy, after Tom’s dad and my dad.

I originally wanted Robert Michael (both our dad’s first names) but that is Tom’s brother’s name so I didn’t quite want that.

What’s funny is we’ve had these names picked out way before we knew we even wanted kids—I remember having the discussion back when we lived in Virginia (so, 2001-2003 time frame). After realizing that Robert Michael wasn’t going to be it, and knowing I really wanted to include Tom’s dad’s name somehow, I cautiously inquired of Tom: “Please tell me your dad had a great middle name…” and he did! Owen! Perfect! I love it!

I have two OB appointments Monday—one with the regular OB doctor at the Naval Hospital and one with the fetal medicine specialist—and I am pretty sure we will find out the sex (of course, if the baby cooperates).

We are really hoping for Katie… I joke because if we have a boy first, I don’t want to take the chances of having TWO boys (no way, considering the horror stories about Tom and his brother!). If we have a girl first, we may try for #2. :>>

Dizzies

Just when I think my body can’t throw anything else at me, it does. This morning (after a loooooong weekend of feeling crappy and hopping between the bed and the couch) I got up this morning and was just tired—my normal post-three-day-weekend tired. No biggie.

I ate breakfast, showered, and then started getting ready. And out of nowhere, the dizzies. Head spinning, had to hold on to something so I wouldn’t fall over, and either crouch down or lay down before I did fall over.

Well, I’ve been lightheaded before, so I just laid down for a few minutes, which usually takes care of it. Except when I went to get up, I would be fine for a minute, and then…the dizzies.

Huh? What? This was new.

I did this about three times before I gave up and just laid on the couch. I texted my coworker to let her know I would be late, and then tried to cat nap.

After about 30 minutes I got up cautiously, and everything seemed to be okay.

But that was just weird. And I didn’t like it at all. And I had never experienced that before.

Katie is just testing me, I know… 😛

15 Weeks

WebMD:

Your fetus now measures about 4.1 to 4.5 inches from crown to rump and weighs about 1.75 ounces. Its body is covered by an ultrafine hair, called lanugo, which is usually shed by birth. Eyebrows and hair on the top of the head are beginning to grow and his bones are getting harder. He may even be sucking his thumb by now. Your uterus can probably be felt about three to four inches below your navel.

Baby Gaga:

Your nearly four-inch long gymnast is happily mobile inside your womb and if you’re really lucky, you’ll notice a point when your sneezing, coughing or laughing results in a little kick here or a poke there. Still, many women don’t feel anything until the 17th week or later. Although the poking and kicking isn’t very charming during sleeping hours, it’s a good sign as it means your baby is actually reacting to outside events. Yay! You’ve got yourself one active healthy baby! Their little elbows and knees are bending more freely this week and their little legs are finally growing longer than their arms and getting pumped up for prenatal Richard Simmons. Many of their major organ systems are increasing in capacity—particularly that amazing tiny heart and complex circulation system, which is now pumping about 25 quarts of blood per day, and will increase to a very impressive 200 quarts per day by the end of the pregnancy. As far as hair goes, we’ve got some new scalp patterns beginning to develop on the head, although actual head hair is not yet present.

Great results: negative!

The fetal medicine clinic called last night with good news—the cystic fibrosis test results came back negative! YAY! That, plus the other “negative” results I’ve gotten on other tests, means that I won’t need to get an amniocentesis.

/cue big sigh of relief

The corner is a no-go.

I thought I had turned the corner, since I felt so amazing the other weekend. Unfortunately, it hasn’t lasted. :'(

I don’t feel quite as bad as I did before, but I am certainly not feeling good. I do have some good moments (Saturdays are usually pretty good) but then Sundays I’m between the couch and the bed all day, feeling yucky.

I really am not sure how I will be able to make it to delivery if this crappyness never goes away. I want to feel good soooooo badly, LOL…that this just kills me.

Poor Tom…but he is being an angel.

Miscellanous Thoughts

I hate it when I have a huge blog post written and IE decides to crash. :X

Cookies and cream Hershey Kisses. Yuckola.

Parents really SHOULD be allowed to use stun guns or tasers on uncontrollable, screaming children. Especially when they are in our small office. Giving me a headache. That is all.

I hate when people (i.e. my boss and another agent) always feel the need to say, when screaming children are present, “See what you have to look forward to?” Yes, I know children can be hellions, yet I still decided to have one. Why must you constantly make the decision seem wrong?

I don’t want to hear an agent bitch about having to come back to work (after leaving for the weekend) and having to work until 5 on Friday. You get no sympathy from me for that.

It’s very strange when you haven’t seen someone in over a year and when you do they are 150# lighter. And then you are so shocked you try to hide your shock but don’t say anything. And then you’ve bypassed the amount of time in which you could say something but haven’t. And eventually HE brings it up by saying something like “I probably look a lot different than the last time you saw me.” Like I could have possibly missed it. Doh.

House Hunting Scheduled

Tom gets 10 paid days leave for house hunting (YAY!) so we are off to Michigan September 10 through September 20 (including travel time). I don’t get paid, but I am taking the time off anyway. There is no way I could let Tom pick out a house without me. :p

My conclusion?

Work IS making me sick.

I mean, of course I don’t want to be here. And of course I am ready to quit. But I didn’t really think that could cause my symptoms.

So I thought “What do I do at work than is different that at home?”

Well, it has to be because of the sitting position I’m in 95% of the day. I don’t sit like this at home. I do get up and walk around at work, but not much—I mean, there’s no place to walk TO unless I want to walk around the building (and it’s HOT!).

And then once I feel icky, it continues even once I get home…

The next 58 days cannot come quickly enough.

I think work makes me oogy.

I honestly think being at work makes me sick. I feel like a million—no, a hundred!—bucks in the morning, and by the time 9:30 or 10:00 rolls around, I am feeling oogy. Today I felt a little nauseous, headachy, and whatnot.

Yuck.

It’s not as bad as it was before, but it’s not like how awesome I felt over the weekend…so I came to the conclusion that it’s the job making me feel this way.

Thankfully, I only have about two more months here, unless our house sells more quickly.

I. Can’t. Breathe.

An agent just called and wanted to see our house…but was calling to ask when we could be out—her clients would want it in two weeks (if they liked it)!!!!!!! and she wasn’t going to show it unless that could work!

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I called Tom and he said what the hell, if they make us a good offer, we will do our best to get out!

I am sure it won’t pan out, but HOLY CRAP. Just the thought…

Have I turned the corner?

I woke up feeling pretty good yesterday (Saturday), and the feeling continued, and I actually felt…good! 😀 Good enough to actually work my butt off around the house, getting it ready to sell! No oogyness, no nausea, no pains…just my plain ol’ self! YAY! It was soooooo nice!

We went over to friends for dinner, and I actually felt amazing! It was, I think, the first day IN A LOOOOOONG TIME where I didn’t even think about being pregnant! I wanted to drink with the rest of them and then hop in the hot tub!

This morning I woke up feeling mostly tired (from all the work around the house) but still pretty good. By the end of the day, I was exhausted…but so was Tom!

I can only hope the good mojo continues because it is SO much nicer than feeling like crap!

STUPID *BLEEPING* WORK

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand my boss just screwed me. 😡 Deep down I love her and know she can be awesome, but sometimes the things she says/does just completely FLOOR me.

So…you know when I said that if they sold my house in-house it would be 0%? Yeaaaaah, NO. Any selling agent, including those in our office, gets 2%.

Overall I know it’s fair, but still, why didn’t she say anything before now?

I just went in to go over the paperwork, to make sure I typed the variable rate terms out correctly, and the big boss overhears talk about variable rates and she says “It’s not a variable rate” and the other boss (the agent I am working with) says “It most certainly is, it’s 2% to the selling agent, but if we sell it in-house it’s zero.”

She repeats that NO, it’s not a variable rate, ANY selling agent gets 2%, whether it’s someone outside our office OR one of our agents. The agent and I look at each other like “Um, okay” and he said “That’s not what we were thinking.”

She says “You mean to tell me that if your clients wanted two houses, and it was down to that one, you are going to tell them to take the one that doesn’t pay you?” He said yes, in this case. She was like WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? IT’S GIVING UP MONEY? He says “Because it’s Jen’s house?”

She about had a coronary.

So, apparently when we were discussing the rates before, and she was sitting right there with us, she either completely wasn’t listening or was completely ignoring us.

So, yes, I get that 2% to the selling agent is completely fair, and technically we are just not paying to LIST the house… but I thought the 0% in-house thing was just the “extra icing on the cake” FOR HAVING WORKED HERE ALMOST FOUR YEARS (and getting a somewhat low salary for ALL the work I do).

Yep, that black cloud is still hovering.

The agent did say he would do more thinking over the weekend and try to get the big boss to reconsider…but I know that won’t happen.

Oh well, at least we only have to pay 2% regardless.

The house is on the market!

The house went on the market today! It’s a very scary feeling, knowing we HAVE TO SELL the house, and trying to decide on a price…trying to make some money without pricing it too high that people don’t want to see it or buy it… we settled on $249,900 with a $10,000 bonus to the buyer. That $10,000 is very attractive to buyers (they can use it for whatever they want—cut the price of the home, appliances, flooring, landscaping, etc.) and it still leaves us with a tidy profit.

Wish us luck!

13 Weeks

WebMD:

Congratulations, Jen! You’re 13 weeks pregnant. Your fully formed fetus, now in about its 11th week of development, measures 2.6 to 3.1 inches from crown to rump and weighs between half an ounce and seven-tenths of an ounce—about the size of a peach. The head is still disproportionately bigger than the body, but the rest of the body is starting to catch up. In fact, your baby is growing rapidly these days. The face is starting to look more human, with eyes moving closer together. Toes and fingers are clearly separate, and ankles and wrists have formed. External genitalia are becoming visible. Intestines are shifting into their proper place, too. Your uterus is filling your pelvis now and starting to grow upward into your abdomen. It probably feels like a soft, smooth ball. If you haven’t put on weight yet because of morning sickness, you’ll begin to now as you start to feel better.

Baby-Gaga:

This is your final week in the first trimester and your little weed continues to grow and grow and grow. Of the three trimesters, this one has been the most important for your little one’s development. Assuming you’ve carefully adopted a healthy diet, continue to exercise and get ample rest, your little one is set up perfectly for even more growth and development in tri-two! Way to go! He or she now weighs about 2.5 ounces and is roughly 3.5 inches in length. Little hairs, known as lanugo, will start to cover their body this week, as their sense of taste and smell are further refined. Their cozy little amniotic sac is also increasing in size and mass as it continues to fill with more fluid.

Michigan Bound

Well, it’s final. We are coming home to Michigan.

Tom still isn’t excited about the job, and we’re not excited about trying to sell our house, but we are excited to be coming (closer to) home and being in a metro area.

Stay tuned.

Dead Breaker

So I was getting ready to go to bed Sunday night and flipped the switch to turn the ceiling fan on—and there was a quiet popping sound and everything went dead. I assumed I just tripped a breaker, although nothing unusual was plugged in that I thought would overload it. Tom went down and reset it—or should I say tried to reset it, but it never turned on. The lights flickered like they wanted to come on, but they wouldn’t. He reset the master switch and…nothing. So half the upstairs was without power.

Tom thought he could just replace the breaker (amp? whatever) and I said “Are you sure we shouldn’t just call an electrician?” So we did, and he went through some troubleshooting with Tom (YAY! FREE!), and it turns out, we are pretty sure it’s the ceiling fan gone bad, because even with everything else unplugged, turning the fan on janked it up.

So tonight we are off to buy a new (cheap) ceiling fan and hopefully that will be the only expense. Otherwise, it’s another call to the electrician and most likely a pricey visit.

Fetal Medicine Appointment

Michigan, here we come. 🙁

The doc said of course I am high-risk, but not THAT high-risk. And if I WAS that high-risk they would WANT to transfer me out of the area to a bigger city. (In fact, when we first mentioned Detroit, the doc’s response was “That’s great!”)

We then basically flat out told him we wanted to stay here and were worried about the stress of moving within two months and he said they couldn’t really do anything about that—as far as they are concerned, the baby is healthy and I am healthy. They are running some tests (like for my thyroid) and they did an EKG, but as they said, I’m good to go in their eyes.

They did a looooooong ultrasound (which we have on DVD, we just haven’t had a chance to pull pics from it yet) and told us everything looks good. The baby is the right size and shape, the heart and umbilical cord are working well, and whatever they look for in the spine and nasal cavity (looking for deformities) is perfect. We got to hear the heartbeat again as well.

So, good news and bad news, all rolled into one.

Seven weeks of sick. Blech.

I am SOOOOOOOO sick of being sick—I am going on SEVEN WEEKS of feeling crappy! And to top things off, I am sleeping worse than before! I am still tired, but not like I was before, when I could fall asleep easily at 8:30 and sleep soundly through the night (well, getting up to pee a few times) until 7:30 the next morning…

What’s changed? Oh, now I have acid reflux! So I can lay down to sleep and feel okay…and then 10 minutes later I am rather uncomfortable just wishing I could burp or barf or something. And then I toss and turn most of the night, with the good/comfortable sleep starting about 4am. 🙄

I just hope that the second trimester is better…

12 Weeks

From WebMD:

Your baby now measures about 2.5 inches from crown to rump and weighs between three-tenths of an ounce and half an ounce. It is fully formed, from tooth buds to toenails. Your baby’s job now is to continue to grow big and strong. With the most critical time in your baby’s development behind you, the chance of miscarriage drops considerably after this week. Nausea and energy start to improve but occasional headaches, dizziness and fatigue from hormone changes may be present. If it’s your first baby, you still could be wearing loose-fitting clothes, but if you’ve had other pregnancies, you most likely are back in maternity clothes. The typical weight gain by now is about three to five pounds. Fathers-to-be might also experience pregnancy symptoms, called couvade or “hatching,” during the third month and at delivery, including nausea, abdominal pain, appetite changes and weight gain.

From Baby-Gaga:

Even though your little Einstein’s body is still growing quite rapidly 2 inches long right now, the overall super-speedy growth of their amazing brain continues to leave the head proportionately larger than the body—and is actually slightly more than one third of their total body mass! The head and neck are still straightening at this point as can be seen by their little chin lifting off of the chest. Your baby is also actively rehearsing “breathing” by using amniotic fluid to prepare the lungs for future air respiration.

The big news: your little pooper is now officially going to need diapers! Although a majority of the waste produced is transferred to the mother’s system for discharge (to avoid having it linger in the amniotic sac), some urine is released to the amniotic fluid and your baby will actually breathe it in before it passing it on to your for discharge. Not to worry, urine—in this particular form, is completely harmless to your baby.

Field & Stream? Really?

So I get to work this morning and there’s a copy of Field & Stream—addressed to me at my work address—on my desk.

Yeah, exactly, HUH?

So I call the publisher and they say “Oh, it was ordered by m2mags, Vistaprint, here is their number to call them.”

Again: HUH 😕

So I call the number and it’s completely automated, saying we have not been charged, we received the magazine complimentary from a partner site, yada yada yada.

Okay, cool. But why the hell Field & Stream? What about ordering business cards gets someone on the Field & Stream list?

😯

I couldn’t even cancel over the phone—I have to send an email.

Interesting morning so far…

Dead A/C

Our upstairs A/C went out last night, ugh. I hate waking up sweating in the middle of the night—I have a hard enough time sleeping as it is.

It only got to 85 (about 6 degrees warmer than normal) but the humidity crept in, too. This morning we have the windows open and it’s not TOO bad (only 75 but it’s only 9am)… I have a call in to an A/C guy and hopefully he can get here today or tomorrow.