The Best of the Last

So you've heard that people say that your 1st and 3rd trimester are not the best months of your pregnancy because of the exhaustion, nausea and being uncomfortable.   Well I am down to my last week of the "babymoon" 2nd trimester and oddly, I am already feeling the tiredness and exhaustion.   Being uncomfortable is definitely seen at night when its time to sleep.  How did I ever get comfortable my first pregnancy?  My body parts are stretching and aching and I can feel out of breath much easier than usual.  Although I try to keep up with my weekly exercise with my Stroller Strides group, sometimes I just go to hang out because I'm too tired (aka lazy) to do anything.  I need to find more motivation.

Our nursery is yet to be a nursery.  We have our crib and changing table, bed sheets and blankets, but I have yet to start.  Isn't it funny how with your first born, you are ahead of the game and gung-ho with preparing but this time around... I feel like a slacker.  Don't get me wrong, this baby, (which is another boy however unnamed at the moment) was much desired.  After trying for over a year and having a miscarriage, we've definitely tried for this baby.  But for some reason, the extreme thrill is gone.  Is it because we've done this already?  Is it because we kind of know what to expect?  In all honesty, I feel like I need a refresher course.  Little bits and pieces of Julian being a newborn come back to me... the restless nights, the round-the-clock feedings, but most importantly, the warmth of having a newborn in your arms.  Julian just turned 4 years old and he is "almost" self-sufficient.  He still likes to be babied.  But it's back to square one- this little thing will depend on me for everything.  Luckily, he has a wonderful daddy and a smart older brother to help us out a little.  

Oh boy, here we go again.  Bring on the last 13 more weeks!

Saying Goodbye

After being a homeowner in St. Cloud, FL for over 7 years, we finally got to say goodbye March 11, 2013.  I have to say, I loved my first house.  It had 4 bedrooms, a spacious living area, a large fenced in backyard, a nicely landscaped rocked flower bed, and some nice neighbors.  One of the best things is that I never felt unsafe.  It was the place Josh and I came home to after getting married.  It was Julian's home, where I decorated/painted a beautiful nursery.  It was the home we welcomed our out of town guests to come stay.  But unfortunately, the house became something we didn't want to put our hard earned money into.  Buying a house was suppose to be an investment.  Ownership was suppose to bring us a sense of accomplishment, maybe even a since of security.  The economy ruined all my hope of what I thought homeownership should be.  Yes, everyone was struggling.  Majority of the people I knew were upside down.  But not as upside down as us.  When we were paying well over double of what our house was worth, it discouraged us.  Why should we strive so hard for a house that is now becoming something I don't think is worth the pain and hassle anymore?  After several months of debate, we decided to begin the process of hoping to short sale our home and hire lawyers in November 2011.  Our house was up on the market in May 5, 2012.  We had several offers and luckily signed a contract with one before the end of the month. After months and months of hoping to hear that the bank accepted the offer and we would close soon on the house we will no longer be able to look after... nothing.  I have to tell you, there is a lot of paperwork, a lot of REPETITIOUS paperwork, that goes along with trying to short sale your home.  And boy am I glad we own a fax machine!  Finally on February 20th, 2013, the day I decided to turn off the electricity/water at our old house, we got an email stating the bank accepted the offer and we will be closing within a month~ with full waiver of deficiency!  I thanked God for this blessing that we had been waiting for so long.  And now the wait was over.  I will never forget all the memories we had in our home.  But it's time to make some new ones.