Being on the market....

Among other events in life right now, we have our house on the market. What a different time in life - where your home is in a strange state of cleanliness, and you hide your things in odd places in case people want to open your closets or look in your cabinets. Where you are glad when a strange car drives by the house slowly, and live in slight fear that they will call and request to come look inside it in exactly five minutes as you frantically try to pick up crumbs off every surface with your bare hands. Where you want to leave but you don't. (OK, maybe that last one is just me). We are coming up on 7 weeks (I think?) of having our house up for sale. It has been a strangely calm time. We can't make a sale happen. We can't force people to come look in our house. We wait. I am not too sad about it. I have moments of slight panic if I start counting backwards from the baby's due date, but overall we are doing OK with where we are.

We have also begun looking for new places to live. In KCK. Which we also can't force. So far, the perfect home is eluding us. I daydream every now and then of what it will be like. What a perfect fit for us it will be. I feel like I would really like to have a light aqua colored room. Where I sit and read in perfect peace with all this beautiful light coming in the windows. Perhaps my expectations are a little high:)

We found out this week that we are having a girl. So Ruby will have a sister, and I am slightly jealous. I would not trade my brothers, and the fun and joy they gave to my growing up.... But people keep saying what a fun thing having two girls is, and I am believing them.

I apologize for my previous food poisoning stories. A lot to read, I know. But I am also thankful for the memories being written down. And I am wishing I was writing more often in order to help remember all of these little things - like how Ruby pronounces "balloon" with an Italian accent, more like "bay-loon". Like how she will sit in her little doll's stroller sometimes because it is just the right height for her. Like how I tell Matt on an every-other-day basis that I miss Downton Abbey. Like how this pregnancy has been so different, and I have these weird skin rashes that my doctor reassures me are perfectly normal, how I crave intense amounts of sugar, how fast my belly button popped out. How we are going through names again, and Matt has vetoed Pearl, Mabel, and Betty (it's OK - I work in a nursing home, those are names I hear on a regular basis, it's just part of being around older people). It's also OK because I vetoed his suggestion of Ruby 2. (He was not serious.) How we wonder if we should rent our house instead of trying to sell it. How I wonder if I should tell you that is what we are wondering. How I set my Shatto chocolate ice cream out to soften 45 minutes ago so I better go eat it, or I will have to put it back in the freezer for awhile and start all over. Don't worry, I won't forget to break up some Reese's cups into it as well. I am definitely of the firm opinion that ice cream is a vehicle for other yumminess, not the main event itself.