Pending

1) Will sale of home close?

2) Will prenatal appointment go well?

3) Will we hear heartbeat?

4) Will doctor break down and give me something for vicious flu?

5) Will nausea cease for a few hours so that I can survive the afternoon?

6) Will life settle down, finally, just a little bit, so that I can rest?

Fingers crossed.

This Old House

Our house, after nearly three years of residency, two years of husband-initiated deconstruction renovations, 10 months without a full bathroom, 5 weeks of manic project-completion and buffing and polishing (99% of which accomplished by Her Bad Father, HBM being currently preoccupied with the inside of the brand-new toilet), has finally, finally, finally been listed for sale.

It's about time, seeing as we take possession of the new home in five weeks. There was no stress involved in this process, none at all.

This is our house:


Soon it will be our old house (that is, it will be our former house; it's already old, circa 1880's old); the house has been on the market for, oh, about an hour now and there are already viewings scheduled.

So, if you've been wanting to come visit me, and you want the old school HBM experience, the one with the tour of The Spot Where I Went Into Labor and The Spot Where Wonderbaby Took Her First Nap and The Spot Where Wonderbaby Took Her Last Nap and The Toilet That Has Cradled HBM Lo These Many Weeks and The Bathroom That Almost Wasn't, then you'd better come soon.

We won't be here very long. Our hearts will likely linger, a moment or two or maybe longer, and our hearts will always look back, but we - we will have moved on. Happily.

Aaaaaand, I'm Out

That whole NaBloPoMo thing? It's an OhHellNoGo. Can't do it. Thought that I could do it. Was wrong.

I had figured, what the heck, I post something online pretty much everyday. Here, or at MommyBlogsToronto, or at Babble, or, now, at MamaPop, and if I'm not writing something original for those sites I'm posting something by proxy in the Basement. The informal rules of the NBPM game have it that you can do your posting anywhere, and I figured, hell, I'll just link from here with a bit of commentary if the muse isn't singing, yadda yadda. But here's the thing: that just feels like a cop-out. The whole point of this exercise was to push myself to write something substantive. And I can't do substantive if I'm trying to figure out just how to get some text on the screen every day.

That, and it's kinda hard to keep those fingers tapping when you can't keep your head out of the toilet. Blaaaaah. Thought that I was on an upswing. Was wrong. The combination of constant nausea and exhaustion and the psychic fatigue of getting and keeping the house looking decent enough to sell is well-near killing me, and something's got to give.

So what's going to give is posting every day, just for the sake of posting. I'm only going to post when I have something to say, and when I'm together and rested enough to say it.

Sound good by you? Good. Now, I'm going to go sleep for a day.

'Cause The World Can Always Use A Little More Sunshine

Just in case you needed a little more 'sun' in your Sunday... another (no doubt one of zillions, but still, a special one) little soul made his way into our world today. Go congratulate NoMotherEarth and the Earth family on the arrival of their newest member!