Moving Day!

Tomorrow is moving day and we are oh so excited (sarcasm is hard to portray in type). For those of you who have not heard the drama, it goes a little like this. Around the time we told our landlord that we were pregnant, she informed us that they were planning to sell the condo we are living in. We decided we didn't want to wait until we had the baby, because then they would probably sell the place the day the baby was born and want us out two weeks later. So we started looking. And looked and looked and looked. Everyone keeps saying this is a renter's market, but I think everyone is trying to rent so it is impossible to find a place in our neighborhood in our price range.

So 2 weeks ago, we finally found a place (not in our current neighborhood) that we liked enough to go ahead and rent. Three days later, we get a note on our door that the property we are living in has been forclosed on and the bank wants us to call them so they can get us out the door ASAP. The next day, our neighbors downstairs call us because their bathroom ceiling is leaking and the water seems to be coming from our apartment. Our shower has been a little drippy recently, but nothing to get alarmed about. And, seriously, it's dripping into the bathtub, doesn't seem like that should be a problem. Micah tightens some screws and it seems to stop. In the mean time, the plumber has somehow gotten a hold of the bank that now owns our condo and tells them there is a problem in our unit and they should have someone come over and look at it. They can't fix it the first time, they have to turn off the water to the entire building, so we have to give our neighbors 24 hours notice, they come back two days later and fix it...we think. If this isn't the part that needs replaced, they will have to cut a hole in our neighbor's ceiling to tell where the water is coming from. But, we are out of there on Saturday, so we tell our neighbors to call the bank if they have any more problems (which, let's face it, with no one living there taking showers, it's probably not going to be a problem until someone else moves in).

So people came today to pack up our belongings and people will come tomorrow to move our belongings (apparently the same people cannot do both or on the same day?). And I will be there tomorrow to point at where people should put boxes. Can't wait. Then there is the unpacking! The fun never stops. All in all, I think it will be a good move, I just can't see it right now because it is looming over my head.

I feel my last couple posts have been a little dreary, so I will add something a little more upbeat. Baby B is 32 weeks this week and is 3 and 3/4 pounds, the size of a jicama (which I didn't know what that was until I moved here. They are quite a tasty vegetable, I think, that is kind of watery and refreshing). He has been getting the hiccups a lot lately, which means his little diaphram is getting a workout. It's a very odd feeling when he is stretching out and I can feel movement by my right hip and my left ribcage at the same time. This also instantly causes me to have to pee. Don't quite know how the physics of that works... We also are very excited to welcome one of Baby B's future friends, Little Girl O'Neill (first name pending), who was born yesterday!