be right back.

please excuse my blogging crappiness as we settle into our new house.

 

that's right.

 

new house.

 

deep.freaking.breath.

 

be back soon.

life lately.

Am I the only person who finds this completely thrilling? Everyone has something to bring to the table. Every. Single. Person.

life lately

I'm bad at blogging. Sorry.

Bunny is growing! I am too. Jill was just in town for our 28 (!) week appointment and all looks great with the little hopper.

I passed my glucose test with FLYING colors. I was (overly) concerned about it, but it turns out that my body metabolizes sugar like a rockstar. I do have a low iron count - easily fixed with a supplement.

We are still living in our current house, while obsessively actively looking for a new home. This is hard work I tell ya. Maybe not as much hard, as stressful and emotionally draining.

Luckily, my husband is the best person ever and says things like "Let's just have some faith and take a deep breath." and "There is no wrong decision here, whichever place we call home will be the right one."

Clearly, I'm the luckiest woman in the world.

Christian starts kindergarten this week... I'm still not exactly sure how this happened, but evidently he is school-aged now and we are going to be people with a school-aged kid The all-day, every-day, eat-lunch-in-the-cafeteria, kind of school. He's ecstatic. I'm trying not to hyperventilate.

I start school next week. 

I'm excited.

 I'm trying to be excited.

 Okay, so I'm really trying not to be upset that summer has gone so quickly and now it's supposed to be my favorite time of year and we don't yet know where we're going to be residing.

I'm trying not to be upset that while I would normally be reveling in the delight of school supply shopping, and reviewing my course load, and preparing for my internship, I am instead scouring real estate listings, and waiting on call backs from potential housing prospects, and slowly packing our things.

I'm trying not to be upset that my tiny big guy even has to entertain anything in his beautiful little head other than starting a new chapter of his life. A new chapter at a new school, with new friends, a new teacher, and a new routine. That's a big enough deal, and I'm trying really really hard not to be upset that he also has to deal with move to a new house too.

Being upset does no good. And in reality, it's just a house. A container. We're all healthy and fine. We are not in financial crisis. We still have a reasonable amount of time, and at the end of the day, after all of my worrying, I am positive that all is going to be fine. Because it will be. This is just not -- at all -- how I pictured this particular time.

So, I'm trying hard to overlook that, just live and be grateful for this exciting time in our lives. Because, truly, it is exciting and wonderful. And when my boys are grown and I think back on the beginning of this whole school-aged kid thing, this housing situation will be something that's casually mentioned as a part of the background in the story.

 We'll chuckle about the poor timing (heat of summer, right before school starting, and pregnant of course) and sudden shortage of suitable homes. I'll laugh about how obnoxiously anxious I was about the whole thing, even though I'm an old pro at moving. Yosi will (someday) admit that he was a nervous wreck too, but he kept it together because he knew that one of us had to be calm and reasonable, and it very clearly was not going to be me. And I'd even be willing to bet, that the boys won't hardly remember the specific circumstances of the move.

It's just part of the background story. That's all.

Until next time,

Carmen

mice.

I wish there was mice here.

I hate mice. I'm terrified of those little critters. It's a completely irrational fear, this I understand, but I would rather hang out with 100 spiders before crossing paths with a single mouse. 

I really hate mice. 

But I wish I could here them in my walls. Or see their disgusting little tails scurrying along the floor in my basement.

Then maybe I would actually want to leave this house. 

We have to move. Again. We just moved in here in December, and I love this house. I love it's charm. I love the size, and the yard, and the kitchen, and I love the big picture window, and I love the flower beds out front, and I love how it's cozy but not ridiculously small. 

We are renting this house from a woman who has evidently run into some serious financial trouble. The more I learn about her situation, the sadder I am for her. And for us too, because it means that we have to leave this house.

I really dislike moving. I dislike it even more when I don't yet know where I'm moving to. 

I really dislike uprooting my family from a home that we love, and had intended to make our own. 

Sigh.

I wish there was mice here.