Thank you, thank you all for such wonderful comments on my last post. You don’t know how much that means to me. I feel like a very bad blogger to post that and leave for over 3 weeks. I wish I had a fabulous excuse like a spontaneous trip to Hawaii or something, but the truth is far less interesting.
This next paragraph is a lot of whining, so if you want to skip it, the short version is this: selling a house is hard. For the last three weeks (the same time that I’ve spent not blogging), the house has been on the market. I hadn’t been looking forward to this whole selling a house thing, and it certainly has not been any better than I feared. Chris and I are not overly neat people to begin with, and the keeping the house spotless every time we leave the house is hard. Just yesterday, we managed to forget to put away our dirty laundry during two showings. Oops. It’s stressful finding places to go when there’s a showing, but worse when there’s no showings, since it’s not like we’ll sell the house if no one looks at it. We have gotten a lot of showings, so hopefully something will happen, but while the house is on the market, my laptop stays put away in a drawer upstairs instead of in front of the tv where I can get to it easily. Enough of that, though.
The pregnancy has been fine, I feel generally sick most of the time, and really sick in the evenings, but nothing that I wouldn’t expect. I’ve had one appointment at the actual OB office with an extremely lovely and chatty NP. She was thrilled to hear our story of how we had a relatively easier time conceiving this time around. “So this time you conceived spontaneously?” she asked excitedly. “Well, spontaneous isn’t the word I’d use for being given a prescription note from the doctor about when to take OPKs and when to have sex,” but the sentiment was nice.
Zoe’s continued to take everything in a stride. Considering we’ve packed up many of her toys, and her schedule is all thrown off by showings and my being sick in the evenings, she’s pretty much a super star. She’s very interested in the pregnancy, and calls it her sister no matter what. We keep reminding her that it could be a boy, and she seems ok with that, but goes right back to calling it her sister.