Buggy Buggy Buggy

Bedbugs.

There, I said it.  The most feared word in New York City.

That is the reason things have been so quiet on this blog for the entire month of November.
That is the reason my photography clients have been waiting, waiting, waiting for photos.
That is the reason I have cried myself to sleep a couple times recently.
That is the reason I feel the need to shout, "I'm not a dirty person!" to random people on the street.

Yes, my name is Whitney, and I am a bedbug survivor.  And I'm Mormon.  (sorry just had to throw that last bit in there because I'm feeling so clever right now)

Do you know how pregnant I am?

Way too pregnant to be dealing with this crap, that's for sure.

Having bedbugs is not for the faint of heart.  It requires copious amounts of laundry, sealing all clean items into plastic bags and living for about a month with ALL YOUR WORLDLY POSSESSIONS packed away.  Did I mention the vacuuming?  There is lots of it.  Anything that can't be washed and dried on high heat must be vacuumed.  Yes, that would be dear Joseph, vacuuming all of our shoes prior to sealing them in above-mentioned plastic bags.

Every floorboard in the apartment has been vacuumed with the hose extension.  All furniture must be vacuumed, closets emptied, dressers emptied, bookshelves emptied.  People, this is a serious upheaval.

Then there is the exterminating.  We are so fortunate that our management company promptly responded with a professional bedbug exterminator - but it is INTENSE.  They come for three days, a week apart each time.  And each time all furniture must be moved 18 inches from the wall, all bedding stripped, all picture frames and mirrors taken down, PLUS the other activities already mentioned above.  Then they come and spray and anyone who is pregnant or under the age of 2 must be gone from the premises for 24 hours.  Guess who that includes?

Lately it feels my life is laundry, vacuum, bag, repeat, repeat, repeat.  But there are good things to note as well.  

1. Our house has never been cleaner.  Though it is an absolute unorganized disaster, I am sure there is not a single speck of dust anywhere to be found - the corners of the room are spick and span.

2. We have learned that you really don't need all that stuff that clutters up your house.  In our initial clean sweep we tossed a lot of junk, and I'm excited to throw more stuff away when we open our bags.

3. We have really great friends who have watched our daughter, helped us vacuum and launder, let us crash at their place, given us tips for how they defeated the little monster bugs, and more.

4. Ellie hasn't had a single bite since the first extermination and for this we are really grateful.

5. As I write this, we are preparing for our final extermination - we will be officially bedbug free and our home will be put back together before Thanksgiving.  Now THAT is something to be thankful for this year.

Taken at 34 weeks

And I am thankful for  the tiny baby growing inside, who has wisely decided to stay put until we get this issue taken care of.  Bedbugs stink, but as Joe and I remind each other often - bedbugs are not eternal and we will not be beaten!