After much searching, Zillow watching, house visiting and number crunching, it’s finally happened. Last night, Casey and I made an offer on a new home. Through God’s truly divine orchestration, we first saw this home about a week and a half ago and have been waiting patiently, or maybe not so patiently, for the homeowner and their relocation company to select a realtor. As soon as we got the name yesterday I called to make an appointment and was sitting with the realtor within a few hours. What a relief it is to have an offer on the table! Although the timing is terrible (moving a few days before baby is due), the house is just what we need long-term and is going to be a fantastic home to raise our family in. I guess I shouldn’t get ahead of myself, would be a fantastic home 😉 This is just the beginning of a long 3-month process. Right now, it’s in the seller’s hands. All we can do is pray for God’s favor and guidance. We are of course hoping the contract stage moves pretty quickly and have set the timeline as such. We are hoping to have a contract before the house goes on the market. I can’t keep the house off my mind though.
I’m sure it’s Baby B’s jabs that keep waking me up at 4 am, but it’s definitely thoughts of the house that keep me up. Everything from what their counter offer will be to how we could decorate it. It’s 6:30am now and I’ve been awake since 4 and up since 5. Maybe this is just my new sleep schedule, but I sure hope not.
Everyone keeps telling me how this is just God’s way of preparing me for baby. I hope they realize how totally unhelpful that statement is, even though it’s probably very true. The last thing I want to hear when I’m exhausted is how there’s no end in sight and it’s only going to get worse. Gee thanks people. Sometimes I think the mommies of the world have forgotten what it’s like to be pregnant, at least on the emotional front. We need to be real with each other, but that doesn’t mean we need to squash the hope and joy of all the little mommies-to-be in the world. It’s okay to still have empathy instead of proudly boasting your battle scars to all the rookies and carrying around a “you just wait” attitude.
You are full of wisdom and true empathy that we need, especially during a time when the ones we are closest to, like our husbands, struggle to relate to our emotional and physical changes. So please, put down your battle flags, your “I knows,” “just waits,” and words clouded in hopelessness and please, pickup your loving arms, encouraging words, and bring it all down into the pit we’re in. Because if you were to think about it for a moment, when your toddler is potty-training or shall we say, peeing in the floor, or your little one has just puked in the backseat, I’m pretty sure the last thing you want is the mom you are seeking understanding from saying “oh you just wait. It gets worse.” Oh joy. Thanks for the pep talk, friend.
Originally written March 12, 2014
