Hi again! Twelve days, 35 flyers, multiple web postings, 3 signs, and ZERO showings later, we still have not had a viable phone call about our house for sale. Though, 4 real estate agents have offered to list it for us, and one woman has offered to rent it out at a $700/month loss to us. Things have changed since the heyday of the day you list it, the day it sells in Seattle. Waaaa. I will host an open house this weekend. Incidentally, it IS listed, and we are paying the buyer's agent their full commission!
So, Dave's job interviews are next Monday and Tuesday. And now he has one Wednesday too with a third company. I am really crossing my fingers.
Lumbley kicks HARD. He's just over 12" long and 1 pound but GEEZ he can kick. He keeps weird hours too. So, consequently, so do I! And, despite the fact that his home is the size of a soccer ball at this point, I have the kind of heartburn that feels like anything I eat just stops at the back of my gullet and goes no further down. No wonder I don't have much of an appetite. I haven't weighed myself lately, but my guess is I'm up around 18 pounds. Mostly baby belly. I still look normal from a total front or back view.
Now we have a storage unit with 45 boxes in it. We still have an alarming number of boxes in the garage. It's nothing like the neat, tidy pictures on everyone else's house for sale ad. I need the TV people to swoop in and help me :)
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Will we get to move? Will I give birth in Iowa? Will we have home or just boxes and temporary housing?
Hrumph. Does anyone have access to a fortune teller?
As usual, more soon.
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