The prego jokes have died down and my mood has returned to not-pissed.
I’m still eyeing all the foods I eat, making myself feel guilty if I go back for seconds at dinner (the burritos and guacamole couldn’t end at just one tortilla of rice and beans), and I’m carefully scheduling gym time so as to make it the four times I vowed I’d go this week.
We found a house and that has consumed all my time from approximately 3 o’clock on Sunday until the email and phone call I received from Bub at about 10ish o’clock this morning.
I found a house I could see us raising our babies in, having family visit us in, and me cleaning (yuck). But before we could think twice about it, numerous offers were made. We were left in the dust. Bub tried to prepare me.
They’ll be a hiatus from the open houses, with Easter on Sunday and me being in another country the week after. But I feel more prepared. We’ve got some details ironed out. I’ll be ready for the next whirlwind.
Bring it on.