…but it’s not.
And baby? It’s COLD outside. I was going to go walking and run some errands today,but I’m thinking with windchills well below zero, that today, if I go out at all: it’s in the car. Brrrrrrrrr.
So we got some unexpected good news last night. Once I got all knocked up, we put our names on the list for a 3-bedroom apartment. There’s a limited number of them in the complex, and you HAVE to have 2 or more children to even think about asking for one. I worked in the housing office and so I have connections, but even those connections couldn’t get us into a 3-bedroom without a bun in my oven. Once we were on the list, we were told it would be June probably before there would be one opening up.
One is opening up in mid-January, and we apparently were the first names on the waiting list. Naturally, we snapped that sucker up like it was a freaking diamond, and I was unable to get to sleep last night because I’m frantically planning a move that will take place in a month’s time (give or take). We’ll have two bathrooms…we’ll have an actual study for M (instead of the ridiculous little closety thing he uses now)…we’ll have a PLAYROOM for Nea to store her ridiculous amount of toys in…PLUS: each of our girls will have their own room…our room will be bigger…it’s just all good. The only snag is that right now we’re directly across from the communal laundry room. When we move we’ll be as far away from it as we can be and still be in the same complex. I’m not looking forward to having to haul laundry all that way, but M pointed out that laundry is sort of his gig and if HE wasn’t upset about it, I shouldn’t be either. Duely noted.
I’m not sure I’m looking forward to packing and unpacking a move in my 3rd trimester, but I’m certain I’d rather do it in the 3rd trimester than with a newborn baby in tow. And this way we can be all settled and ready when the baby gets here…we’ve currently got the crib, etc. in a storage unit we’ll lose when we leave this place, but because Sarah will have her own room, we can just go ahead and store her stuff in it. Maybe even get crazy and set it up so that I’m not driving M nuts at the end of his semester pestering him to put up the crib. The end of the semester is always such a fun time to have to deal with a pestering wife with a hormonally-driven nesting instinct.
And, as excited as I am about moving, I’m also sort of sad to leave this place. We’ve done a lot of work on it…put indirect lighting in the kitchen, we’ve gotten a new fridge and a new furnace and a new tub surround. We–read I–have put in a lot of effort to make our place look like something other than student housing, and I think I’ve succeed because the guy who’s run the complex for 25 years says he’s never seen an apartment look as good as we’ve made this one look. We’ve even had the board of directors come through and check it out.
So, while I know the 3-bedroom is going to be so SWEET for us, and that we’ll have that one looking good, too, (or rather, *I* will have that one looking good, too), I look around and think, “Man. I hate to have to dismantle this.”
But then I go into Nea’s toy-tornado room and think, “Whooo! Let’s get to dismantling!” 🙂