When the stars align

I have been unable to blog due to the fact that I have been borderline insane for the past week. Our house was going on the market, so we had to clean, put stuff in storage, paint, and de-clutter. I wish I could say that I managed the stress gracefully, but instead I cried, wiped snot bubbles, and lost it. The stress of keeping the house perfect, with everything put away was more than I could take. We lucked out and got an offer on the house before we put it on the market. There were some tense moments as we negotiated back and fourth. In the midst of that stress, we found a "good deal" for a house in a great neighborhood. Jeff was excited, I was disgusted. A great deal meant a a nasty dirty house that needed some serious updating, not something I was anticipating with two kiddos and one on the way. Jeff tried to talk me into it and I lost it, I had a meltdown in front of the Realtor...snot bubbles and all. Needless to say, I was mortified.
The following day we saw a house that we loved and made and offer on it. Today all of the stars aligned and we sold one house and bought another. We never even had to put our house on the market. I am so relieved, no more perfectly clean and tidy house. Just for fun, I left dirty dishes in the sink and clothes on the floor, because I can.
We told the girls today and Ella had a melt down. She was so upset that we wouldn't be having an open house anymore. She wanted balloons on the for sale sign. I told her we would buy a balloon for the sold sign. Claire was thrilled and showed her enthusiasm by licking our front door and saying, "I love this house. I will miss it." Hey, at least the door was clean!

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The other day Jeff and I decided to tell the girls about their new baby brother or sister. We had the video camera rolli1ng to catch the moment. I don't know what reaction I was expecting, but I was expecting a reaction of some sort. The moment was so anti climatic. After I told them, Claire pulled up my shirt to see my belly. She patted it and exclaimed, "I have a baby in my belly too!" Ella followed suit, pulling up her shirt and patting her belly. I love the picture that we snapped, could they look any more enthusiastic? The girls then went back to playing like nothing ever happened. Jeff kept attempting to get a reaction, they didn't seem the least bit interested. It wasn't until the following day, that I caught on to what happened. The girls thought that we were talking about a belly button. They were under the impression that all girls had a baby under their belly button, it just wasn't ready to come out yet. After much explaining and discussion, they finally caught on. Claire wants a baby sister and Ella wants a baby brother. We have the opportunity to find out the gender on Feb. 19th!

Billy Goat Gruff Style

I really love pregnancy hormones. Pregnancy glow? Come on, more like pregnancy grease face. Things are going seriously a rye. Yesterday, I was washing my face attempting to wash off the oil slick that had accumulated on my forehead when I noticed something. At first I thought, perhaps a piece of my hair has gotten stuck to my chin. I attempted to wipe it off, only to come to the realization that it is attached. Half an inch of hair was billowing in the breeze attached billy goat gruff style. I grabbed the tweezers and yanked that SOB out. I flew down the stairs to confront my husband. I showed him the hair and screamed, "Why didn't you say something? I have been walking around growing a beard or morphing into a goat and you never said a word??" I berated him and instituted a weekly beard scan every Friday. I am serious as a heart attack about this one. I don't want to be know in my circle of friends as Billy Goat.

organizationally challenged

I have been afflicted with this condition since birth. I am lacking the organizational gene. My heart rate sky rockets, I get sweaty, and I have no idea where to begin. My house is neat and clean, but don't you dare open up any drawers or cabinets. Do you see my dilemma? We are getting the house ready to put on the market and the drawers and cabinets NEED to look neat and tidy. People want to see in your drawers and closets. I spent a good several hours in our bathroom today alternating between sobbing and sorting. I have been squirreling away every free lotion, conditioner, and shampoo since we have been married. For what...I don't know. The worst part is I had an emotional attachment to some of the bottles. Awww...I remember that hotel. Does A&E have a show, borderline hoarders?

I have been attempting to keep the girls occupied while we organize and take things to the storage unit. They have been watching movie after movie. Poor Claire is so board that she has resorted to eating her boogers. Jeff came down and saw her chewing on something. He asked her what she was eating, she said boogers. Later, I asked her why she did that she replied, "Just something to do."

Pregnant Pause

I have missed my little blog and my outlet to de-clutter my mind. I am back with some interesting news...I am pregnant! My last post in Oct. mentioned wanting a third kiddo. Well, a cute pair of Halloween panties(thanks Mom) and a darn good martini did the trick. The only problem...the third kiddo was "planned" two years from now. Our infertility woes have been miraculously cured and now I am getting my tubes tied. Three for the price of one, thanks Dr. Silverburg!
I have been avoiding the blog because I was feeling so darn yucky. The thought of being remotely witty or interesting made me want to vomit. I was never sick with my other two girls, but the 1st trimester with this one was nasty. Jeff claims that it is the kryptonite penis developing inside me that made me ill. Hmmmm... could he possibly want a boy? Needless to say, the third pregnancy is a bit different especially when you are labeled "ADVANCED MATERNAL AGE". My OB chart is a hideous shade of florescent green with little hot pink stickies all over it. Despite the mortifying label, a few perks come with "age". I had a few extra sonos. In the last one, the baby began flailing his/her arm, Jeff was sure the baby was whipping around his "junk". I had to remind him that I was growing a baby not a porn star. Yes, this is what I am dealing with and he doesn't want to find out the sex of the baby.
I will do better updating my blog and thank you to those that have emailed me about missing my posts. It made me feel great. This year should be filled with many stories... baby #3 is due July, 10th. We have @ six months to sell our house, buy a bigger one, buy a mini van, and birth a child. Bring it!