Can’t catch a break apparently

I have been feeling like CRAP recently, I was slated to have a November baby anyways due to being high risk.

Mild contractions nothing to write home about. Got home from trick or treat last night to a call from my landlord we sold the house you have 30 days to get out, then today some sketchy chick is walking all around my house looking for Blake she supposedly had an “appointment with him to pick up an application @9:30” my husbands name is Blair.

Like what in God’s name is going on.

Needless to say I’m petrified to go to high risk and ob tomorrow....