Ramble

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!