First off, everything is okay. Both babies look fine, though B is still measuring small. When I explained to the ultrasound tech about the cramping and the spotting and how terrified I was, she laughed. “Welcome to motherhood,” she said.
In other news, life is complete chaos. Our landlords are terminating our lease at the end of April, and the house that we put an offer on a few weeks ago is turning out to be a nightmare. There are all kinds of structural issues, not to mention asbestos in the attic, old wiring and plumbing, lead paint, etc. We’re still on the fence about moving forward vs. giving up and trying to find another house. And, of course, we are running out of time! We’ve seen at least 20 houses over the past few weeks, and while there are a couple other houses that would work, this one just seems right (massive issues aside). Complicating matters is the fact that I am in no mental or physical shape to deal with all this. I am exhausted and nauseous and mostly brain dead. I ask my husband to bring me the dish towels, then I start the laundry before he does. I dump celery salt in my tuna salad. I swear up and down that there are 56 weeks in a year. I haven’t published a post on my “real” blog in a month. Writing? Photography? No thanks. I’ll be on the couch with a pillow between my knees watching Glee.
I don’t know how you ladies with 9-5 jobs do this.
Anyway, hopefully once we get the house issue settled (which means no more trips out to the burbs, no more all-day house hunting on the weekends, no more conference calls with real-estate agents and attorneys) I’ll have a little more energy and a little less stress.