I haven’t updated in a bit, and there’s so much to say—this is a really long disjointed post! My apologies!
(Our Realtor is adorable and worked her ass off to make this all happen. We love her.)
After we signed our final loan documents last week, Catch and I agreed that while getting pregnant is hands down the hardest thing we’ve ever done, buying a house is a close second. Nothing about our home buying process went according to plan. It was like a game of whack-a-mole—you smash the hell out of one of those buggers and another one pops right up. There were complications right down to the moment we were sitting with the notary signing our final paperwork. The stress and anxiety were killing us both, BUT…
As of Friday, escrow is closed and we are officially homeowners.
Unfortunately, due to a few of the complications mentioned above, the sellers get to continue to live in our house for about 10 extra days. We are hoping to have keys by Sunday evening, but we’re not holding our breath.
In the meantime, we prepare to move. And when I say we prepare to move, I mean that Catch mostly packs boxes while I mostly take naps. I never even changed out of my pajamas yesterday. Consider it my contribution to California’s water crisis. Fewer clothing changes = less laundry = water conservation. That’s what I’m going to keep telling myself, anyway.
We are 47 days from her due date. That is nuts.
If her activity level is any indication, I’d say baby girl is fantastic. It’s not uncommon to hear me say “oof” or “ouch” completely out of the blue as she pummels my insides. I really do love it, even when it hurts. There’s just something about her jabs and stretches and rolls that remind me that she is more than just an abstract idea.
The other night, Catch put her ear to my belly and listened to baby girl’s hiccups. Thanks to Don’t Worry, I Won’t Be Like That for the suggestion! You really can hear them. It’s kind of trippy. We listened on the doppler for a minute, so I could hear them too.
She’s still in a weird position. I swear she flipped for a while on Saturday because I was feeling kicks in the middle of my belly for a change, but it only lasted a short time before it was back to how it was—head at my left hip and feet between my right hip and ribs.
Here’s the 33 week bump. You can really tell she’s hanging out low.
The belly is growing, and my pelvic pain is increasing accordingly. If I don’t wear my maternity support undies, it’s even worse. It’s a struggle to be on my feet for any extended period of time these days. I feel like a tired, miserable, lazy blob, but there’s not much I can do about it. My doctor was kind enough to let me know that by 34 weeks or so, even the support garments won’t help. Fantastic. I think I’d be in much better shape mentally if this wasn’t such an issue.
My calendar knows me.
My mom asked me at dinner the other night if I’m getting scared, and I totally am. I am not prepared for childbirth. I haven’t done anything I wanted to do. I feel ill-informed, unprepared, and just generally pretty disappointed in myself for not having “it” together. Whatever “it” is. Now that we’re on the verge of moving and being settled, I’m trying to get us into some of the classes our hospital offers. We may be too late for the childbirth class, but I’ve got us signed up for breastfeeding and baby care. At least it’s something.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to be less than 7 weeks away from your due date and have your life in boxes? I am seriously climbing the walls. This is the opposite of nesting. I just want everything to be calm and settled and ready, but we’re several weeks away from that even being a remote possibility. I am channeling my nesting energy into planning her nursery. It’s a complete departure from the camping/nature/vintage national parks poster nursery we had planned, but the original plan was proving complicated to pull together and the last thing I need right now is complication. This is basically where we’ve ended up. Way more pink/floral than I ever imagined, but I still love it.
I will leave you with a few random photos.
Even though it needs a bit of TLC, I am totally in love with this outdoor rocking chair we bought at a neighbor’s yard sale a few weeks ago. We can’t wait to clean it up, add a cushion, and spend the summer evenings rocking our baby girl in our new yard.
And baby purchases. We bought a bunch of clothes over the weekend, but I couldn’t resist these two crabby things for our little cancer baby. Plus, they’re not pink. I am SO SICK of pink clothes. Give me ANY color but pink.