Several family members have been asking about my diminishing blogging habits. They are anxious to see the progress of our house and my growing belly! But for the life of me, I cannot seem to post on a regular basis anymore.
Call me lazy.
Or 9 months pregnant.
Whatever.
Went to the doctor yesterday. Was told to have her car seat ready. WHERE IS THAT THING?! I’m only kidding. I know exactly where it is. Among many other things, it’s packed away in storage at the apartment (at least it’s at the apartment, right?). Her clothes? Packed away in a bin, stored in Rylie’s closet. Her blankets? The same. But we do have lotion. And powder. And baby wash. And infant gas relief medicine! We have diapers. And wipes. The rocking chair is ready to be moved to the living room. Along with the changing table. Sleeping arrangements have been made and hers is in the box, waiting to be put together. Her name, you ask?! Still undecided. On Friday…I will be 9 months pregnant! And can you guess what we’re doing this weekend?! CAMPING!
WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH. ME?
It is so hard to believe that I am already in my last month of this pregnancy. Seems like only yesterday that we were vacationing in Branson…with a secret. But here we are. Only 4 weeks out from my due date. Side note: why is 9 months considered the normal pregnancy term when it’s truly 10 months?! Anyway. The end is near. And although I may seem a little ill prepared…I’m so excited to meet our new baby girl! I can’t wait. Really! I’m ready to hold her in my arms. I’m ready to see Brian interact with a newborn again. And I’m ready for Rylie to meet her “wittle sister”…who she already refers to as Parker.
Oh…how our life is about to change!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
{Moving On}
You would think that moving to an apartment with no cable would give me more time to keep up with my blog, wouldn’t you?! But ironically, the opposite has happened.
Please allow me to back up a few weeks…2 weeks and 4 days, to be exact.
By this time, you may remember that Brian and I have sold our first home and have started the process of building our second. But since our second is yet to be completed, we have no choice but to move to an apartment for a few months. So come May 20th, Brian and I have managed to slowly pack up our home and transport most of our belongings to storage…keeping out just the necessities (picture bare-naked walls, people!). My in-laws graciously volunteered to help move the rest of our stuff to the apartment. So the next day and a half is full of several trips back and forth between our “old” home, the storage building, and the apartment. My MIL shampooed the carpets in every room and made sure that I was taking lots of much-needed breaks (my back will killing me by this point). Thank you so very much, Tony and Ruby!!
By Sunday, we were settled into our apartment and the time had come to make our final walk-through at our “old” home. Although this was obviously our choice and trust that this is the right time for our family to make this move, I’m sure you already understand that it comes at a very bitter-sweet price.
I tried not to get too consumed with the feelings of sadness because I realize that, in the big picture, it is “just a house!” And I’m assuming this will not be our last move. But I’m not going to say that it was easy. After all…this was Rylie’s first home; and there were so many different “firsts” that we experienced with her. And it was her pink room that provoked the most emotion from me. But after a very short, yet emotional, break-down…I wiped away the tears and smiled. We left a “welcome home” card and some candy on the bar for our buyers and, for the very last time, walked out the door!
And now…for the next 11 weeks and 3 days…we get to experience “apartment life” with a dog, a 2 ½ year old, a baby on the way, no cable, smelly carpet, a dripping faucet, spiders, loud-walking neighbors, and barking dogs.
But hey…there’s a pool! And an end in sight. :)
Please allow me to back up a few weeks…2 weeks and 4 days, to be exact.
By this time, you may remember that Brian and I have sold our first home and have started the process of building our second. But since our second is yet to be completed, we have no choice but to move to an apartment for a few months. So come May 20th, Brian and I have managed to slowly pack up our home and transport most of our belongings to storage…keeping out just the necessities (picture bare-naked walls, people!). My in-laws graciously volunteered to help move the rest of our stuff to the apartment. So the next day and a half is full of several trips back and forth between our “old” home, the storage building, and the apartment. My MIL shampooed the carpets in every room and made sure that I was taking lots of much-needed breaks (my back will killing me by this point). Thank you so very much, Tony and Ruby!!
By Sunday, we were settled into our apartment and the time had come to make our final walk-through at our “old” home. Although this was obviously our choice and trust that this is the right time for our family to make this move, I’m sure you already understand that it comes at a very bitter-sweet price.
I tried not to get too consumed with the feelings of sadness because I realize that, in the big picture, it is “just a house!” And I’m assuming this will not be our last move. But I’m not going to say that it was easy. After all…this was Rylie’s first home; and there were so many different “firsts” that we experienced with her. And it was her pink room that provoked the most emotion from me. But after a very short, yet emotional, break-down…I wiped away the tears and smiled. We left a “welcome home” card and some candy on the bar for our buyers and, for the very last time, walked out the door!
And now…for the next 11 weeks and 3 days…we get to experience “apartment life” with a dog, a 2 ½ year old, a baby on the way, no cable, smelly carpet, a dripping faucet, spiders, loud-walking neighbors, and barking dogs.
But hey…there’s a pool! And an end in sight. :)
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