I don't have anything of value to write today... It is 3:45 in the morning, and I'm awake because I had terrible heartburn. I'm drinking water, and surfing the internet, and diagnosing myself with every horrible pregnancy-related condition because that's what I do when I am up in the middle of the night. It's not good. So, I decided to blog instead.
We had a good weekend. Two of my mom's college girlfriends were in town with their daughters. One of them (the daughters) has a 16 month old, so it was fun to talk pregnancy and baby with her. She was real and honest, which I appreciated a lot. I always feel like I'm prepared for what this pregnancy will bring - ultimately, a baby, but also all the symptoms and changes in the next 20 weeks - but then, I realize you can't ever really be fully prepared. I think that's a good realization.
On Saturday we had brunch together and then just hung out and visited and went shopping at one of my new favorite "boutiquey" stores --- not that I can buy anything. I'm on the fast track to HUGE, so it would be a waste of money. :) Later, we had dinner at one of our favorite restaurants The Homeplace. It is family-style country cooking way up in the mountains. We don't eat there often - mainly because the wait is long and you always feel sick when you leave from overeating - but it is the perfect place to take out of town guests. It was a treat. It might also be the reason why I'm having heartburn.
Then yesterday, we had a Realtor call and want to show our house... So, we skipped church and spent the whole morning scrubbing and making her look as good as possible. (Ultimately, I think she looked pretty darn good.) I'm realizing that I can't do nearly as much as I used to without getting tired and groggy. For example, around 11AM - I had been cleaning since 8 - I HAD to take a small nap. Poor Jeff.
Anyway, it's always interesting to prepare our house "to show." I wonder what people think of us when they look in our fridge and our pantry (all the baked Cheetos and Doritos, for example), and our closets and basement, etc. I wonder if people can tell I am pregnant. Or that we are high school sweethearts and got married young. Or Christians. Or, that I'm a teacher, and we like to entertain... All the things I base my identity on, but who knows if it comes through in my house. It's a weird experience really. I'd love to be a fly on the wall.
So they looked, and we wait. That's the name of the game. Every time I just want to sell our house so that we don't have to "prepare" it to sell anymore - not that we've really done that much. But really, I'm just thankful that people are interested. Jeff and I both feel like March will be a good month for us. Don't know why, but we just do. For a job and our house. Can you pray for that?
Ok, I'm feeling a little better now. Thanks for reading my ramble. I'm going to try to get some more sleep so I'll be prepared for another work week. Have a good Monday!