I haven't been ignoring you. Oh wait, yes I have so been ignoring you. But I have a list of excellent reasons for ignoring you. Wanna hear them? I mean, it's either tell you the reasons I've been ignoring you, or tell you about how I am having all these sexy pregnancy dreams that I missed out last time and how they can get pretty kinky and tend be distressingly light on, say, Clive Owen appearances and upsettingly heavy on cameos by girls I went to high school with. And nobody wants to hear about that, right? Right. So, here's why I've been ignoring you.
Let's see, on Friday morning we bought a house, which involved signing our names eight million times and getting a lecture on the care and maintenance of our new pond and the dozen or so fish living therein, and then several trips from the old house to the new house hauling most of the contents of our kitchen, all the clothes from our closets and a towering mountain of Mia's toys.
Saturday, I got up bright and early to drive Mia over to my parents' house, then dashed to the new house to meet the guy coming to install the phone/cable/internet and unpack, wash and put away the entire kitchen. It took four hours, but I got through all the boxes, got everything put away and arranged, and the house looked great. Then these four wiry Hispanic guys showed up with several thousand more boxes of stuff that they insisted on storing in my house and the whole thing went to hell right quick.
Come late afternoon-ish, my parents showed up with Mia and my in-laws arrived with wine and they all sat out on my new deck drinking while Chris and I tried to figure out where to serve 6 people dinner. (Sit on the small boxes, plates on the big boxes, obviously.) Also, the air conditioner broke, which is entirely festive and also just our luck. We really should have expected it and scheduled a repair call for 5:00 Saturday in advance, it would have saved us a very hot weekend, which I spent with two people who were very cranky and one who was very whiny. The whiny one was not the one you would expect.
Sunday was more trips back and forth between houses hauling crap we hadn't managed to pack for the movers. Monday was over an hour sitting in my OBs office waiting for her to get around to seeing me, just so she could try to rush me out of there. So I asked every question I could think of, some twice, just out of spite. After that, and a quick stop for french fries, it was one last trip to my little yellow house to clear out the last of the crap and sit on the front steps reading a book and "supervising" the three lovely ladies who came to clean my house out of the kindness of their hearts and in exchange for several hundred dollars. Worth every damned penny. While I was gone, the A/C got fixed and Chris stopped whining.
Interspersed with that is lots of unpacking and cleaning and playing dollhouse and letting Mia give us tours of her new room and reassuring her every time we leave that we are, indeed, returning to the new house in the near future and she need not be concerned or scream her head off. Which she did Subday night in Target, and golly gee willikers but that was festive. Actually, while I didn't enjoy the tantrum, I did enjoy that Chris finally got to witness a big one, which I have gotten to enjoy every other day or so for the past few weeks. As we were driving home with a still-screaming toddler strapped into her carseat behind us, he turned to me with a shell-shocked look on his face and said "it isn't usually like this, is it?" I told him that yes, it was usually like that, and that it was nice to finally have a witness.
Also, the fetus, which for reasons far too opaque to be detailed in this already marathon entry I am currently calling "Wally" has been doing gymnastics for the past 5 days or so. I never felt Mia move until she was much bigger, and even then only if she really hauled off and kicked me, so it's nice to have these little tickles and flutters and it will be something upon which I can look back fondly when Wally gets big enough to really bounce around on my bladder.
Anyway, have I mentioned that we are having a large-ish birthday party for my parents at the new house in less than a month? Because I am insane? So yeah, I've gotta get back to work.