I put an offer on a house.
Does anyone know of any support groups for people who impulsively purchase large ticket items when their minds and bodies have been taken over by alien looking kidney beans? Cool, shoot me the number and I'll sign up tonight.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I Have Lost. My. Mind
Let me restate: I have lost my mind. I'm going off the deep end. Baby #2 has made me hormonal and crazy with the nesting syndrome, the same one I suffered from when I was pregnant with my daughter. Let me bring you up to speed on what I mean...
When I was pregnant with my daughter my rental wasn't good enough to bring my sweet baby home to. It was too far away from family, it wasn't mine, and it was dreary and depressing. I hated it once I conceived. I felt like the walls were caving in on me. I went house hunting. I stepped foot into my house that I live in now and moved into it two weeks later.
Now that I'm pregnant with Baby #2, it all seems to be a reality again: my house isn't good enough. As soon as I found out I made it clear that the basement had to be refinished to regain my third bedroom back. Last year it was taken over by toys. I was 100% clear that we needed to gain the second level.
Ok, so today is why I know I've gone mad. I was looking on the internet to search the home across the street that had been put up for sale. With Michigan's economy, I'm always checking on the neighborhood's houses to see what they are going for. BIG MISTAKE. I found a house that I am drooling over. It's still in the same city, it has four, count it FOUR bedrooms, two full bathes AND two half bathes. It was completely gutted in 2000 with the most beautiful crap I've always wanted. It has a fenced in yard already with a sprinkler system (which, I just informed Steve, is something I was GOING to put into our house this year whether he likes it or not). The kitchen is bigger so I can actually have large groups over for food. I am DYING to have that! It's perfect...
That's not the bad part, I called and scheduled an appointment to view it. Now, for those of you who know me well, it's all over after this. My window of opportunity has opened. I am actually going house hunting.
Steve will never want Baby #3.
When I was pregnant with my daughter my rental wasn't good enough to bring my sweet baby home to. It was too far away from family, it wasn't mine, and it was dreary and depressing. I hated it once I conceived. I felt like the walls were caving in on me. I went house hunting. I stepped foot into my house that I live in now and moved into it two weeks later.
Now that I'm pregnant with Baby #2, it all seems to be a reality again: my house isn't good enough. As soon as I found out I made it clear that the basement had to be refinished to regain my third bedroom back. Last year it was taken over by toys. I was 100% clear that we needed to gain the second level.
Ok, so today is why I know I've gone mad. I was looking on the internet to search the home across the street that had been put up for sale. With Michigan's economy, I'm always checking on the neighborhood's houses to see what they are going for. BIG MISTAKE. I found a house that I am drooling over. It's still in the same city, it has four, count it FOUR bedrooms, two full bathes AND two half bathes. It was completely gutted in 2000 with the most beautiful crap I've always wanted. It has a fenced in yard already with a sprinkler system (which, I just informed Steve, is something I was GOING to put into our house this year whether he likes it or not). The kitchen is bigger so I can actually have large groups over for food. I am DYING to have that! It's perfect...
That's not the bad part, I called and scheduled an appointment to view it. Now, for those of you who know me well, it's all over after this. My window of opportunity has opened. I am actually going house hunting.
Steve will never want Baby #3.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Kiss My Ass First Trimester!
One down, two to go...
Goodbye frequent bouts of narcolepsy. So long to my lack of any motivation and hello crazed nesting worker bee. I am ecstatic for my new view of the bathroom. I once again get to look at the obnoxious abstract squares on my shower curtain and not the hues of creamy almond that is my porcelain barf bag. Soon, I will no longer look like I robbed poor Little Debbie. My neighbors will no longer think I got a boob job, and there will be reason to my cleavage madness. Babyzone will stop sending me emails with cures for my "baby bowel distention" and send me something more interesting for once.
I'm ready to move onto the next phase. I'm ready for the trimester that still allows me to sleep on my stomach a little longer. Com'mon trimester that doesn't make me look like Shamu has beach himself. Bring on the glow. Bring on the energy surge. Bring on the crotch shot.
I'm ready to move onto the next phase. I'm ready for the trimester that still allows me to sleep on my stomach a little longer. Com'mon trimester that doesn't make me look like Shamu has beach himself. Bring on the glow. Bring on the energy surge. Bring on the crotch shot.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Happy 10 weeks Baby!!
Hooooooooooray! I got to see Baby Knapp #2 today! I am so excited. Not only is it alive and kickin' (more like wiggling like a worm), but it's healthy as a horse too!
For all of you that hadn't been told (because, of course, it was upsetting) we went in to the doctor last week and didn't find a heartbeat. I don't know about the rest of you, but no matter how hard I tried to rationalize with myself that it's still early, I just couldn't get over it. On Wednesday we received our results back from my blood test and that came out better than expected. So, for Christmas I was left teetering between being happy that I was still pregnant and worried that my baby was growing somewhere behind my left thigh. I was scheduled an ultrasound to look further into it.
180 beats. 3 centimeters long. 10 weeks to the day. Hopefully coming around the 27th of July. And it looks like a molar tooth. :)
For all of you that hadn't been told (because, of course, it was upsetting) we went in to the doctor last week and didn't find a heartbeat. I don't know about the rest of you, but no matter how hard I tried to rationalize with myself that it's still early, I just couldn't get over it. On Wednesday we received our results back from my blood test and that came out better than expected. So, for Christmas I was left teetering between being happy that I was still pregnant and worried that my baby was growing somewhere behind my left thigh. I was scheduled an ultrasound to look further into it.
180 beats. 3 centimeters long. 10 weeks to the day. Hopefully coming around the 27th of July. And it looks like a molar tooth. :)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I'm going to be a Mom again!
You heard me correctly; I'm going to be a Mom again. I can't tell you how excited I am. For a few months now I have had the urge to have another child. To be completely honest I was doubting the fact that I would ever be pregnant again. Feeling this way Steve and I started to seriously research international adoption. This is something I have wanted to do with much passion since the age of 15. I was pretty excited that we had started some of the hurdles of this adventure.
On November 29th I took a test knowing I was a bit late. I am pregnant. Two blue lines of joy.
Since that day I've been a nervous wreck. I told Steve to buy some cheapo tests thinking it will go as it always does, one blue line and the fun stops there. I'm not totally convinced it was right. "What if I pointed it downward too far?" "What if it was longer than 5 seconds (use your imagination here people)?" I know these ideas seem totally neurotic, but I seriously am second guessing those cheap CVS bargain no name tests.
So today I took another one, the second bargain in the box. Even though I won't be posting thisthe day I wrote it - on the 2nd (since we haven't told Steve's family yet), I'm still needed to write about it. Again I got that second blue line, but this time it wasn't quite as blue right away. When talking to my sister, she had told me that when she had her miscarriages her test stripes were faint blue. I totally just panicked. For some reason this time around I am a nervous wreck. I was never this anxious and worried with Kellan. I am mentally pacing, waiting until I am far enough to hear a heartbeat and see a kidney bean. This month is going to be an extra hard one. I can't wait for Christmas, but don't want the stress of it. I don't want it to end because my daughter will turn another year older. And I want it to speed the hell up so I can book it to my OB like the hormonal, whacked out, crazed pregnant woman I am.
By the way, when I walked back into the bathroom the line was a little true bluer.
On November 29th I took a test knowing I was a bit late. I am pregnant. Two blue lines of joy.
Since that day I've been a nervous wreck. I told Steve to buy some cheapo tests thinking it will go as it always does, one blue line and the fun stops there. I'm not totally convinced it was right. "What if I pointed it downward too far?" "What if it was longer than 5 seconds (use your imagination here people)?" I know these ideas seem totally neurotic, but I seriously am second guessing those cheap CVS bargain no name tests.
So today I took another one, the second bargain in the box. Even though I won't be posting thisthe day I wrote it - on the 2nd (since we haven't told Steve's family yet), I'm still needed to write about it. Again I got that second blue line, but this time it wasn't quite as blue right away. When talking to my sister, she had told me that when she had her miscarriages her test stripes were faint blue. I totally just panicked. For some reason this time around I am a nervous wreck. I was never this anxious and worried with Kellan. I am mentally pacing, waiting until I am far enough to hear a heartbeat and see a kidney bean. This month is going to be an extra hard one. I can't wait for Christmas, but don't want the stress of it. I don't want it to end because my daughter will turn another year older. And I want it to speed the hell up so I can book it to my OB like the hormonal, whacked out, crazed pregnant woman I am.
By the way, when I walked back into the bathroom the line was a little true bluer.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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