What's in a name?
I’m taking the quiet of the drive to research baby names as we still are nowhere near procuring one for the dude in my belly. I find lots of cool ones, but I have to find one that passes the ultimate test: how does it sound being screamed while chasing said baby in the grocery store? That’s the sole reason SexyHusband’s suggestion of “Voldemort” got rejected.
packing day
I’m hiding in my room. All I hear is the ripping of masking tape and unfolding of boxes. 2 very nice men are putting everything we own into boxes.
Did I put everything I need out of the way? Did I pack enough of my own things? Have I done enough? Was last night really the last night sleeping in my house, or are they going to leave the beds put together so I can sleep here one more time?
I want to throw up.
You can’t imagine how many people have come to help, comfort, and play. WonderToddler has been in heaven. I am shocked - SHOCKED at how many friends we have. And I’m even more shocked we’re leaving them. My stupid, perfect life. Just when I’m about to give birth and need some serious help, I am leaving.
You can click here on my in-law’s blog to see the MASSIVE amount of work that went into the house. THe only credit I can take is that I kept WT from serious injury playing with all the power tools lying around.
CRACKETY CRACK.
presently,
There are over 625 new entries for me to read in my Google Reader. I apologize for not reading and commenting - I miss you all like a fiend.
Tuesday, the movers are packing us. Wednesday, they are moving us. Monday a photo crew is coming to take pictures for the realtor so I have to try and make the house look neat. Our house is still incomplete so hoards of friends are still joining us every day to paint, spackle, pack, varnish, tile, plant, blah de blah. My house looks delightful, now that we’re leaving it. Did I mention we moved the front door down a floor, tore out all the bushes and made a new room and made a stone walkway and painted everything??
I had an ultrashound yesterday because the doc was afraid the baby was measuring small - turns out, I’m small, but the baby is smack dab in the 50th percentile at 4 lbs. I was afraid I haven’t been eating well enough and the baby was going to be unhealthy, but the doc said “Have you ever heard of a parasite? He’s getting what he needs - YOU are going to get oseoperosis because of what he’s taking, but HE’LL be fine.”
I so cannot wait for a hoverround chair.
In other news, the word is SH will be travelling extensively for his job as soon as we get there, so I’ll be stuck 8-9 months pregnant in Wisconsin with nothing to do but try to find somewhere to live and maybe find some fun for the 2 year old… suggestions?
Me: Do you know how much I love you??
WonderToddler: How much?
Me: I love you more than.. ice cream!
WT: I love you more than … Daddy!
Me: Heh heh.
official.
So, he signed the contract. My house has been torn up to try and make it attractive to potential buyers and I am trying to keep my confused WonderToddler happy while I wait out all the construction at my in-law’s house.
Lots of tears. Lots and lots of tears. I haven’t wanted to tell everyone I needed because I kept hoping there was another option - another possibility - but last week a few more friends got laid off and I knew SexyHusband getting this job was a miracle I couldn’t deny, not matter how much I don’t want to move. To Wisconsin. Oh, and yes - the cheese was unbelievable amazing. But that’s not the point. The point is someone that needed to know found out before I got up the courage to tell them, and I’ve added another person to my list of “People That Hate My Guts.” That list is remarkably long, actually.
I’m overwhelmed. But more than that, I’m overwhelmed by the 30+ people from church that showed up this weekend to paint, spackle, construct, etc., even just to stop by and give me a hug. In the middle of this whole mess. I’m reminded of how thankful I need to be for people who are willing to serve and help. cry with me and even just smile and say “it’s okay - I understand.”
I really am a very lucky person.
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