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Friday, November 8, 2013

Baby Bump News: 31 Weeks

(My face is breaking out something bad...the hormones are getting me)
Today I am 31 weeks and 4 days!  Things are moving right along. My doctor has informed me that she wants me on bedrest now. Last week I was having extreme back pain and some shortness of breath, so I was sent  to the hospital. They ran every text possible and everything came back perfect. Despite that my doctor is concerned about my pain with the long drive I have to and from work. My back pain is now throughout the day...all day. So, she told me I can drive to work two nonconsecutive days per week and that's it.
I'm going to tough it out for one more week and then out on bedrest I go. Since I work for a bassakwards organization, my boss doesn't want to take advantage of my two days a week ability. Instead she has informed me that coming in two days a week wouldn't make a difference, and she refused my request to work the rest of the week from home. She is a young 40, but I swear her leadership style (or lack thereof) is from the 19th century.
My plan was to stop working on November 15th anyway, but I had started considering working until the first of December because so much is happening at work right now and I wanted to make sure nothing derailed before my departure, or afterward. But, now with my doctor's orders and my boss' attitude, I'm out on November 15th. I'm excited!
Back to the babies:
We saw them again on Wednesday and they are doing well. They have gained a ton of wait over the past two weeks since we last saw them. Baby A is 3 lbs 13 ounces and Baby B is 4 lbs 3 ounces. I think I'm going to have some healthy sized babies on my hands.  I want them to be healthy, but I don't need them to be 6 or 7 pounds. I'm good with a solid 5, lol.
Their heartbeats look good  and the doctor's have no concerns about their development.
It's hard to believe that they will be here next month. We still aren't fully ready, but I went and did some more shopping yesterday, so now they have most of everything they need to survive at our house, but there are still things I want for them. I have to shop in spurts or my back will start burning and I go into survival mode. Survival mode = find the nearest place to sit/lay regardless or where I am and who is looking. Survival mode isn't usually pretty, lol.
The nursery is just about could have been done if my honey bunny wasn't so anal. Just when all painting was finished and all furniture ready to go in, he decided he wanted to repaint all the trim to make it look a brighter white. He also decided it was the time to paint their section of the Jack and Jill sink area. All of that has just pushed me back. He still has to clean the carpet in there to get all the dust and stuff out, and then we can arrange all the furniture and we're set. I bought a cute pendant light fixture (it's huge) from ikea that looks great in their room. I had seen the light before and thought it looked cheap, but it looks perfect for a nursery.
Remaining things I need for the nursery: A changing pad cover...I think I'm going to make one from a sheet, so it can perfectly match their crib sheets. I also haven't purchased my glider/rocker yet...I almost don't want to waste money on one, but who knows...maybe I'll use it once or twice. I also need a night light/white noise maker. Lastly, I'm on the search for a cute yellow cheveron windo vallance (that's my honey's idea..I think blinds are enough).
All in all it's coming together nicely.
My baby shower is on the 16th and then I'll do all my final shopping to make sure we are all set.
We've decide to use cloth diapers after all of our gifted diapers run out. I've narrowed my preference down to bum genius and fuzzibunz. They are costly up front, but in the long run I think they'll save us a ton.  I've discovered the kind that are pretty convenient and shouldn't take up too much extra time beyond disposable diapers.
That's enough for now...I guess.
My babies are coming, my babies are coming!!! Joy to the World, my babies are coming!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Thankful in November: Day 5

I'm thankful for my teenager, Alyssa. She didn't come at a planned time, but she has been a blessing everyday since the day I saw that cute little face and those ten tiny toes and fingers! She has taught me patience and gave me my first experience with unconditional love. Some days I want to strangle her, but most days I just want to cuddle her, kiss her, and hear her talk about stupid boy bands.
In other Alyssa news. I think some truth as to why she may be having these attitudes came out last night. We were discussing how soon the babies will be here and she couldn't believe that there are only 6 weeks left.  Once the date registered in her head again, she said, "Oh yeah...December 17th."  Her face looked a bit sad.  I asked what was wrong and she said that due to the babies being born on that date I wasn't going to be able to keep up our Christmas tradition this year. I immediately told her that I most definitely would be keeping the tradition. Then I remembered that I can't drive for a few weeks after delivery due to the c-section. Our tradition since she was a baby has been to ride around on Christmas Eve and look at the lights. We haven't missed a single year, and the thought of it made her sad and a little upset.
I told her that her grandma could come with us and drive. I asked if she wanted to bring the babies along so they could get in on the tradition and she gave me a look like, "NO!" I told her not to worry, this would remain "our" thing for just the two of us and the babies would stay home with dad.
During the conversation she was laughing at times trying to make believe she wasn't as bothered by the thought of breaking tradition or incorporating her new siblings into the mix. I know my child and I knew right then a part of her feels like she is losing me. It broke my heart. I soon went upstairs for bed and started to feel overwhelmed. I have to make sure she always knows that she will remain important to me and that I am not replacing her.
She has been through alot of change in a short period of time. A new stepdad, a new house, and now new siblings. I have to really step it up and protect her feelings.
Babies require alot of time and attention, but I'm already thinking of ways to make sure I continue to Alyssa all she needs from me and even more.  I hope being a SAHM helps me with this.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Thankful in November: Day 4

I don't twitter, but I still facebook. Going around on facebook right now is this thing where everyday for the entire month of November people are posting something for which they are thankful. I just started today, but thought this would be a great thing to bring over to my blog.
Today I am thankful for my working uterus. You all know about the issues with my uterus being invaded by fibroids, and then my marriage and quest to become pregnant. I'm so thankful that God stepped in and showed yet again that He is in control.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

This and That

My last day as a working (outside the home) woman (for this chapter of my life, anyway) is quickly coming to a close. My last day of work is supposed to be November 15th, but depending on how I'm feeling physically and mentally I may extend it to November 22nd. Right now, I don't want to do that, but I feel bad for having been here for such a short period of time. And, I've been pregnant since my 2nd week here, so I don't feel like they got the very best of me. We'll see.

Alyssa and I have been having some issues lately. She loves to catch an attitude these days...about most anything. And, she has made herself believe that I won't drop kick her to the ground as she is talking back a whole lot these days. I've talked to her about what's going on. Maybe some of it is trying to flex her desire for more independence, or perhaps she has lost her mind. Or, maybe she has been invaded by a crazy teenaged child from someone else's house. I don't know, but I do know that something has got to give. I even asked her if she was feeling some type of way about the babies coming. Honestly, much talk around the house has been about their arrival since it is fast approaching. She says she is happy they are coming and she doesn't feel like she is being replaced. I've made it a mission for her and I to have mommy daughter dates every week until they arrive, and I even go lay in her bed with her and try to have girl talk. Her 'tude makes doing some of these difficult, but I'm trying to press through without killing her. I guess I'm finally getting a dose of "the teenage  years." I'm happy to know most people say they don't last always.

On a happy note, She did fantastic on her first report card of sophomore year. She did get two B's, which I'm usually not happy about, but I know for a fact she worked her butt off for those, and they were AP classes, so that hard work equaled excellence in my mind.

Here is a picture of her and her girlfriends heading to the homecoming dance a few weeks ago. Why is she such a young lady?? That's her in the Gold.


The house is coming together. Well, the family room and kitchen are. Everywhere else is still in disarray. I finally found some furniture I like for the formals, but I've yet to purchase them. Hopefully I will pull the trigger this weekend. I found a table at z gallerie that I L.O.V.E., but it's not in my budget.

It's completely mirrored and beautiful. I see myself redressing that table every season. Too bad the table alone is $1000 meaning I would still need to spend another $600-$1000 on chairs. That husband of mine said no, and as much as I hate admitting it, he is right.  But, I found an alternative...on accident. It's also a completely mirrored table, in the same shape as the z gallerie one, but it's a more smokey mirror. I love it the same and we negotiated getting it with 4 chairs for $700. So now I only need to purchase two more chairs for the heads of the table or a dining bench for one side of the table, which I can do later. Hip..Hip..Hooray!


The Texas Baby Shower is happening in a couple of weeks. And, my sister and mother are insisting on having it at my house. I really wanted to have it at a restaurant.  I don't like my house being seen before it is finished in my mind. I guess this is forcing me to get things done timely.  The goal was November 30, but now it has been pushed up two weeks...sigh.

The Philadelphia Baby Shower was a hit. My MIL did a great job and all of my husband's friends, family and church family showed up and overwhelmed us with love. My mother was angry that my MIL gave me a shower...let me rephrase. She was angry that I allowed her to give us a shower. I had to put my foot down and finally tell her how crazy she's been acting and that I think she has some insecurity issues. We're past it for now. Oh it will come up again...these silly things always do.


My honey and I both want to go on a babymoon, but we just don't see where we will have time at this point. I'm not interested in driving anyplace with this big belly and flying was so uncomfortable for me at the beginning of October that I know now would be unbearable. I'm going to try and plan a local getaway for us at the start of December. We need some alone time before we are bombarded with babies!


I've purposefully not blogged about the shutdown or politics for a while. I'm both sides. That is all.


Did you all see what the awesome, amazing, caring, faithful LadyLee did for us??? If not go to her BLOG to see for yourself. I'll tell you, too. She made us not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 baby blankets. Now isn't that awesome?!?!?! But, more awesome than that is that she started on that first blanket before I was even pregnant. When I first blogged about our desire to conceive and our journey through fertility, she started crocheting. I couldn't believe it at the time, and I almost can't believe it now. My faith was shaky in the beginning, I must admit. But, to see someone who I've only connected with through words and never sight nor voice, stand in full FAITH with us that we would be pregnant, is one of the most amazing things I've ever encountered.  I know she is just being her amazing self, but I'm serious when I say I am in awe of her kindness.   Thanks Old Girl! Get ready to be bombarded with pictures of our precious babies wrapped up in their blankets!


That's all for now! How is everyone. I feel like my lack of blogging and blog reading has me totally out of the loop, lol.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Baby Bump News - 27 Weeks

I’ve been gone too long. It’s never my plan not to blog…it just happens. We’ve been a bunch of busy bees in my house. Between work, home renovations, and my Alyssa’s activities, it has been a whirlwind around these parts.  I’ll talk more about that later.

On to the babies!  They are growing so strong and healthy. We went in last week for a full anatomy scan (minus the gender reveal).  The doctor said everything looks great.  Baby  A is 1 pound and 14 ounces, while Baby B is 2 pounds and 3 ounces.  We were told that Baby A is a little below average in size at this point for a twin pregnancy and that Baby B is above average in size.  The doctor wasn’t very concerned…they will continue to monitor. The good thing is that we know no one is stealing nutrients from the other since they have their own placenta and umbilical cord.

Their current positions in the womb are so cute…they are facing each other right now, side by side. All sonograms up to now have shown them one on top of the other. I think they have discovered each other and are making plans to meet mommy, daddy, big sister, and their fur brother.

It really seems like the time is flying through this pregnancy.  I thought having found out so early that it would feel like a loooong pregnancy, but it’s been quite the opposite.  We have 10 weeks and 1 day until their delivery date.  That’s less than 3 months away…it’s really unbelievable.

I feel really blessed that this pregnancy has been so healthy and uneventful up to this point.  I went through some of the normal pregnancy symptoms in the first trimester, and I still battle fatigue many days, but I haven’t been in extreme pain and my comfort level has been bearable.   I think I was prepared for something more dramatic. I think people’s warnings had me worried for nothing.

The nursery is nowhere near being finished.  Both cribs have arrived courtesy of my Mother in law. The dresser has been assembled…by me! I found a cute large dresser at ikea and it’s lovely. The bookshelf has been moved into their room and now I just have to put the cribs together and my honey has to get to painting. I really wanted to be all involved in the nursery since my honey is doing a ton of home renovations himself. I can sit and put these things together with ease. I can’t wait to share pictures with you all.

Well, now that time is really, really winding down things are getting more real by the second. I have given my honey a deadline on all house projects. He must be finished by November 30th so that I can have those final couple of weeks with no hammering, banging, and other noise before I deliver on December 17th.  I told him we both need some calm before the beautiful, yet stormy times to come with newborns.

  • ·     27 weeks today!
  • ·         Leg cramps in the night – it’s always my right leg.
  • ·         Tons of movement. In the morning there is lots of movement up top (Baby B), in the afternoon there is lots of movement down low (Baby A), and at night they both move all about.
  • ·         Weight gain is up to 5 pounds. I’m still being told it’s not a big deal. 

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Change Is Good

There has been a lot of change in my life over the past year. I don’t think I really realized how much until someone pointed it out to me. I guess I had just been rolling with the punches and or crossing things off of our plan list.

Back in December I saw the recruitment announcement for my current position. I think I applied on Christmas day or the day after. It was only a few days after the announcement went public; I was an eager beaver for sure.  When I applied something told me it was MY position to have. Fast forward to March and I had gone through all interviews and was offered the position that I’d searching for over a couple of years now. I started on April 8th while in the middle of IVF treatments.

I believed in my heart that the Lord was about to bless us with a pregnancy, and to me, it was more blessing on top of my then 8 month marriage, new professional position, and wonderful relationship with my teenager.  To stand back and look, I know all of those things required much of my attention, love and nurturing. I’ve never been one to shy away from having a full plate, which is why I probably don’t notice lots of change until I’m in the midst of it, or until I’ve gotten through all of it and things have leveled out again.

I remember one day I was complaining about my commute to my sister and she reminded me how blessed my family is. She also said something she always says…she loves telling me that I think that I can rock my 5 inch heels, take over the world, raise a child, and now nurture a marriage and raise little babies while still taking over the world and raising a teen. Then she tells me to keep thinking it because I’m doing it and I do it well, so stop complaining.

I always laugh at what she says, but that day as she was saying her statement, I started to feel overwhelmed. That’s not a feeling I’m very familiar with. When I was younger and less stable, I had that feeling from time to time, but not in my recent memory. Not unless it’s being overwhelmed with joy.  That overwhelming feeling turned to a bit of nervousness. I thought to myself for a brief moment, “What are you doing?” And, “Are you doing any of it well?”

I started evaluating myself right then. And, I’ve been evaluating myself ever since.  Trying to figure out my weak areas and how I can return them strengths. I’m failing on some level in all of my categories: Wife, mother, and professional. I’m not failing where anyone else is terribly impacted…not yet, but I know that I’m not giving my best.  I track my performance decline in all of these areas to pregnancy tiredness and commuting. It sounds lame, but it’s true. Those two things take much of my energy and leave me wanting to sit, or preferably, lay down somewhere. 

These recent life changes have been great – Marriage, pregnancy, new home, new position, new life perspective…all of it. They are framing what I know to be an even better future for my family. While I’m navigating how to handle all of this change at once, I know I’m learning some great things on this journey.

I look forward to the change of being home and dedicating myself solidly to my home life. I thank God for all of these changes and I pray that I always remain conscious of what’s going on in my life, so I can see the benefit and always remain grateful!

Change is great if we approach it correctly. Yes, it’s challenging, sometimes uncomfortable, but there is growth in change. New life is in Change…Change is good!

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

A Holiday Weekend of Labor

Thank God for long weekends and short work weeks. The weekend was extremely productive, a little tiring, and all goodness. I made a weekend schedule for us and we mostly stuck to it. Pre-marriage, I always made weekend schedules to make sure I got things done, but post marriage I just go with the flow of our home life.  I sent my husband the schedule on Thursday and told him to look it over and give feedback. I stressed that it was merely a suggestion and we didn’t actually have to follow it.  To my wonderful surprise he loved it and asked that I do more of that. He said he loves when he feels like I’m keeping him on track…even if the track is my agenda and not necessarily his.  That made me happy.
So, most of the weekend was consumed with house stuff. I finally finished cleaning our master bath and closet. Organization is hard work for a pregnant lady. I got everything put away in its proper place and discovered that some of my things were missing. My honey is now banished to garage duty to find boxes with the things I am missing.
We made the final decision on our new floors. We are going with a cognac espresso hardwood.  I love the color and I think it’s going to be great with the paint color.  I almost talked myself and Mr. RFA into us getting laminate flooring instead of hardwood because of cost.  We determined that this is going to be our home for years and there is no point in short changing ourselves.  The math worked and I was just being stingy with our desires.  I can’t wait until the end of the month when installation begins…yay!
We also finally purchased family room furniture.  There were some pieces I liked and really wanted, but after our weekend trip to the stores, I changed my mind. Mr. RFA had been so focused on getting a sectional. I hated that idea. Well, I ended up eating my thoughts…I feel in love with one particular sectional and we got it. It is the perfect blend of relaxation and aesthetic beauty.  It will make our family room a great place to sit and be together.
We almost found the mosaic tile for the stair risers, but not quite. Did I mention I want to mosaic tile the stair risers?  Well I do. I just can’t find the perfect tile style. I’ve looked on HGTV, Houzz, and pinterest for inspiration and all three have left me yearning for more. Most of them look Mexican inspired, and the others are just ugly. I found only one picture that captures what is in my head, but the color scheme is off.  I need to probably take the picture to a store and ask them to give me that tile style in another color pattern. I don’t want to rush it, though. I see it how fabulous it’s going to look in my head and if I rush into something that doesn’t live up to my hype I’m going to be mad.
All door knobs have been changed. We went from those hideous gold door knobs of the 90’s on EVERY door to brushed nickel…then my husband decided brushed nickel just didn’t look good enough for him, so now we have oil rubbed bronze on every door and the new kitchen faucet.  And, we even replaced some knobs with the pull down levers for the doors…I love the look!
I got the new library all unpacked and put together. We are going to use the area as more than a library this time. We’ve decided to put a tv in there  and will also let it triple as a play area for the babies. I’m glad it’s a big space. Reading, playing, and entertainment…I think we can make it work!
In other areas of the house…Alyssa got a new dresser for her new bed, I picked out the colors for the babies’ room, purchased a new dresser for them from ikea (cute and affordable), decided on our new living room color, and Mr. RFA took down the wall paper in our kitchen.
Ok, so the wall paper in the kitchen is a quick thing I need to talk about. One day, Mr. RFA just blurted out that he thought the kitchen had wallpaper on it. I told him that it didn’t, the paint job was just ugly (a faux textured look). Sure enough he decided pick at the wall and what do you know….wall paper came up. The previous owners had faux painted OVER some wall paper. That’s just lazy and ugly.  He asked if I just wanted to paint over that paint over the wallpaper and I screamed no. LOL….so, he has finally finished and the walls look so crazy. It is like we have decided to renovate the whole house almost. He has already figured out the steps to get the walls ready for paint.  I love that my man is smart and handy!
So, it was a laborious weekend for the Labor Day holiday. Not how I’m sure it was meant to be spent, but all three of us had fun working on our house together!

I’ll have to soon post about our wonderful neighbors….they have all been so surprisingly fantastic!


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Gut Punch To Parenting

Alyssa started 10th grade on Monday. This year is more easy to believe than last year. She is complety a high schooler and I think I’ve come to terms with that. She is a smart, beautiful girl who, as far as I know, has made some good decisions up to this point.
On Monday night I told her to finish up her kitchen chores and get to bed. She was upstairs for a while and I walked to her side to make sure she was in bed and all electronics and lights were off. Lo and behold she was standing in her doorway texting. I took the phone and told her to go to bed. Every so often I will take her phone and read the text messages. I used to do this more when she was in middle school, but as I said, I still do it from time to time. I’d never discovered anything inappropriate or even remotely interesting in the past. Typical teenage girl stuff (i.e. boy band crap, mall shopping, and movie watching).
Monday night changed all of that. I initially read all the texts between her and her “best” friend. Nothing interesting. I literally think all they talk about with each other is One Direction and volleyball. It is very weird to me, but anyway. Then I went to a conversation with one of the girls that lives in our old neighborhood. She was a part of the crew of them that walked home together. It didn’t take long before I read a curse word. The girl injected the F-word into a sentence for no other reason than, what appeared to be, just saying it.  I got upset immediately and thought about calling her mother.
I kept reading and then I saw that same F-word but this time my daughter used it.  The context was one I’ll never forget “Chelsea why didn’t you tell me about the Grandpa. He is crazy, he F-ing ambushed them all.” I literally felt sick and tired at the same time. Like I needed to lay down or I was going to fall down. Then my eyes welled up with tears. I kept reading and she then used the word Hell…asking, “what the hell. Everyone is watching the show but me.” That was in reference to the VMAs. I furiously went through every single text message in her phone as far back as it allowed. Those were the only words I saw from her, and that friend was the only friend that had used such language as well.
Though this isn’t about me, I made it about me for about 20 minutes. I have never felt like such a failure as I did in that moment of reading the F word essentially coming from my daughter’s mouth.  I have never fooled myself into thinking my daughter was perfect. But, never in my wildest dreams did I imagine her using vulgar language. Even when I used to curse a couple of years ago, I never cursed in front of her. I’ve always talked to her about the power of words and using positive ones, and using them for good. In the moments after reading the messages, I felt like somewhere I have failed her. I have led her astray.  Then I got angry. Angry because I know that’s just not true.
I called her into my room and told her what I had discovered. She looked shocked. I told her I was disgusted and disappointed with her language. I asked her why she used such words? Of course her response was “I don’t know.”  After me asking and her answering the same way 3 times, I finally told her, and I meant every word, that I was going to get a belt and give her the beating of her life if she didn’t start being honest and explaining why she was using that language.  She went on to tell me that everyone uses those words, so she did too. She also tried to make me believe that she has never said the words out loud only through texting.  I wanted to fight her. Not whip her, but literally fight her.  I think I only saw red. I have never in my life been so angry toward my own child.
For her to stand there and tell me that she was doing something because everyone else is doing it, made me want to fight, cry, retreat, and invade her school all at the same time. After spending everyday of her life encouraging her to be a leader, SHOWING her how to lead and not follow, and she tells me that in fact she is following. I had to remember again that this is not about me…she is 15 and this is about HER and the choices she is making.
I told her soon everyone will be drinking, trying drugs, having sex, and the like…is she going to do that, too. I reminded her that her choices will result in her consequences, not mine or anyone elses. I told her that the older she gets, the less I can rescue her from bad decisions. I reminded her how young ladies are to carry themselves (in writing and in speech). We talked about following versus standing a part and leaning on what’s right, not what feels right. I told her that my trust in her is not only broken, but it is gone. If I can’t trust her with her words, I surely can’t trust her with her actions outside of my sight. So, she no longer has a phone indefinitely and she cannot do anything without Mr. RFA or I being present unless she is at school.
My husband was shocked that SHE, our seemingly sweet little girl, would use that language. And, he is the guy that thinks teenagers are doing everything they have no business doing. Nothing about today’s youth shocks him, but he, too, was shocked by her. After his shock wore off, he tried to calm me and convince me that I was reacting from anger and hurt.  Maybe I was and still am, and I’m okay with that. There is a lesson in my anger and hurt that she will have to learn from.  He told me to remember my language at 15…my mom told me the same thing. The difference is my mom didn’t give me any consequences.  She was too busy trying to be my homegirl. I’m raising Alyssa to find out before she is 20-something that every choice has a consequence (good or bad). 
To some this may just seem like typical teenager antics, but to me this is a gateway to more poor decisions merely in the name of following the crowd. I DO NOT want her thinking that something is normal, acceptable, appropriate because everyone is doing it. We talk about that all the time. I tell her that the world makes so many things seem acceptable, but she has to discern right from wrong from trendy to appropriate.  She has been given all the tools and the proper foundation, but now it’s time for her to use the sense she has… not shelve it to go with the crowd.
As a mother, my ego is bruised…it is downright shattered. But, more than that I hurt for my baby.  I remember being a teenager and doing the dumbest of things. Much of them were done because my friends did them and made them look fun and appealing. The world was more forgiving when seventeen years ago when I was 15. I NEED her to understand and believe that only she can suffer her consequences. That consequences are real, and that bad ones are mostly avoidable if she does the right thing. That she can have a fun life without using poor language and making reckless decisions. That I DEMAND better from her and God expects the same.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Baby Bump News - Week 21

Guess who we got to see yesterday??? Yep, the babies. Oh my goodness how they have grown. Last month’s ultrasound showed them to be 5 and 6 ounces. This month they are both 14 ounces. Yay! 
When we got in with the doctor she was practically doing a happy dance. She went on and on about how awesome they are growing and how everything looks so good.
This time Baby A was the best little participant. She (I call that one the girl) allowed us to see her beautiful profile. She looks like Baby B to me. They both have their father’s mouth.  Baby B decided he would lay face down today with no desire to say hi to us. He just lied there relaxing.  The view of his spine was a nice one, though. And, we got a glimpse of one of those cute feet of his.
The feeling is getting stronger…I really think we are having at least one boy. I really think Baby B, the one who will be delivered second, is a Boy.  My mother seems to think that they are both boys.
I talked to the doctor about my weight as well. I’ve had a net gain of 1.4 pounds so far. My stomach seems to be the only thing growing. Though I feel like a huge cow.  I know some of that is probably muscle loss as I haven’t worked out in ages. My doctor told me not to worry. She said if I can maintain a healthy pregnancy and manage not to gain 60 pounds that I should consider it a victory. Lol, I agree. 60 pounds was never in my plan. I sure hope the Lord doesn’t need me to gain that much to my babies here.  I’m glad to know that slow to no weight gain is just fine.
I go for my high risk scan – twins, plus fibroid history, plus 33 equals high risk – in two weeks.  And then in two weeks after that I have that nasty glucose test. Though it’s been 15 years since my last one, I remember it like it was yesterday. I had the “cola” flavored one. I remember I had to go somewhere, drink it and wait.  This time they sent me home with a bottle of orange and told me to drink an hour before my arrival.  I guess they trust mommies more now.
Oh yeah…I asked if I could start back on exercise now that I actually have energy for such a thing. My doctor told me to go for it. I asked if I could speed walk on a treadmill. She told me I could do that, light weights, and even stationary cycling. She told me if I feel unusual, to slow it down, but she thinks some good exercise will be good for all three of us.  I’m so excited. I’m going to put the exercise area in our house to good use…finally. I really want to take a water aerobics class, but I don’t know where I would find the time outside of my weekends.
21 weeks and 1 day
Babies A and B are 14 ounces each
Baby A had a heartbeat of 129bpm
Baby B had a heartbeat of 134bpm
They are measuring right on target for 21 weeks
My belly measurement came in at 23 weeks today (I don’t remember belly measurements from my pregnancy with Alyssa)
None (Praise the Lord!)

Monday, August 26, 2013

Our First Year of Marriage: My 5 Take-A-Ways

(On our wedding day)

(Speed boating through the mangroves of Mexico)
Mr. RFA and I made it to 1 year of marriage earlier this month (August 4th). Our big anniversary trip didn't happen because of my new job and its demanding responsibilities around this time of the year.
It hasn't stopped me, however, from thinking about that first year. Overall, it was marriage. Not perfect, not terrible, not mediocore...but most of what I expected from marriage. We tried purposefully to keep spice and spontanaety in the mix; we tried purposefully to communicate well and respectfully, and we tried purposefully to make the other person happy and put them FIRST.
We were successful most days and failed miserably on others. Like I said, it was marriage. The beautiful ebbs and flows of a lifetime partnership.  As I reflected back on that first year, here are some of my take-aways:
1. "They" are right; Marriage is hard work. Hard because it is a continuing effort. The moment you stop putting forth the effort, it's clear as day because something will rear its ugly head and try to throw things off course.  The biggest shock of this for me came when I realized that I'm still supposed to put in the work even when I'm mad. I remember before the wedding one of my girlfriends wanted to share some of her marriage advice to me.  She told me that even when all I want to do is kill him, I still have to have the heart and wisdom to clean his laundry and fix his food. She told me that in those moments, that's some hard marriage work, but it's what I must do. At the time,  I thought surely I will always want to do those matter what; he is still my husband, right?  LOL...that's funny now. I remember the first time that scenario happened. Her words came rushing to my mind. But, instead of wisdom, all I could think about was what I "wasn't" going to do.  Without her advice I probably would have gone out and got me and Alyssa some food and left him on his own, but instead I took my nasty attitude in that kitchen and I made dinner, fixed his plate, and we prayed and ate together as a family. I know my act, even with attitude, helped fix whatever we were mad about.
2. Our Commitment is stronger than any argument or disagreement. Notice I said Commitment and not love. I love my husband - more than anything. I am in love with him, too. He brings out good in me that I couldn't tap on my own. But, it's our commitment to each other that drives everything. I've heard that the love in a marriage wavers. Thankfully ours has not. If it does one day, I hope we can continue to hold on to our Commitment - the one we made to ourselves and to God. Knowing that we both believe in that commitment gives me security and makes me feel safe. I feel safe to express myself and I feel safe that I'm not going to fly off the handle with him. Our commitment is stronger than our petty arguments. Those arguments are growing and learning moments, not end of the road moments. When we had our first big argument, I was initally scared that our marriage was in trouble. I went to my husband a day later crying like I had been beaten, telling him that our marriage was in trouble and we needed to go see the pastor, a counselor, and the entire village leadership, lol. He almost lauged, but he saw how afraid I was for our marriage. I thought one argument meant we were on the verge of divorce. He helped me put things in perspective, calmed my unwarranted fears, and in that moment I knew...this commitment was made by both of us, and the both of us will honor it forever...even when we argue.
3. It's okay to go to bed mad. Almost every married couple gave us the advice of never going to bed mad. It sounds sweet and reasonable before the wedding, but afterwards, when real life starts happening, I thought they were all crazy with that advice. I still think that. Here's the thing...We never go to bed without professing our love for each other. Even when I want to kill him and he wants to strangle me, we tell each other we love the other. And, we both know that we mean it. That doesn't mean we have to get to the bottom of things that night, and it certainly doesn't mean I or he stops being mad before our heads hit the pillow. In fact, we tried to take that advice once...and once was enough. The late night hours and circular agruments made maters worse. The next time we were upset and the night fell upon us, we took our mad butts to bed. Waking up beside him the next morning made the night before seem silly and a good night's rest gave clarity and forgiveness. 
4. We are one. This is something I went into the marriage believing would be true and I feel even more strongly about it each day. My husband and I are one in the same. Yes, we have different personalities, likes, dislikes, and some philosophical beliefs, but we are one. Just like an individual we have different parts of ourselves. If someone has a problem with my husband, they have a problem with me and vice versa. I protect my honey like I protect myself. People in my life know that there is no room for discussion where my husband is involved. Only my mother has tried.  She didn't like something he said about not wanting his sons to dance ballet if they one day chose to. She tried to talk to me about how she didn't agree with that...I shut her down before she got out the gate with her statement good. Though, I disagree, that's my husband and I'll protect him, his words, beliefs, and stance in public...period, point blank, the end.  He is the same way. His best friend's wife had the nerve to call me bougie (in a derogatory way) in a private conversation with him. I so happened to be sitting there while he was on the phone and he let her know immediately that her critiques of me are not welcomed.
5. Marriage Rocks. Despite the strain that the first year of merging lives can bring, it is absolutely amazing. I've learned so much about myself in this year...some faults, some strengths, and some valuable humbling lessons. More than anything, I've experienced fun like I never have. It's not the kind of skydiving from 12,000 feet type fun. It's more of the I get to live with, make love to, talk to, and make life decisions with a man who is my absolute best friend...everyday! There is someone who allows me to be a woman, because he fills the role of man. I don't have to try and be all things like I once did. I can play my part and have full faith that my husband will play his. I freely stand back and allow him to be our leader, and he stands up while pulling me up beside him to be his partner in all things. Marriage also allows me to be more selfless. While putting my child first was a natural thing, putting another grown person first was not. Everyday I get better at it and it is enjoyable. To know that my husband knows I think of him before I think of me, makes me feel like a fantastic wife. And, to know that he thinks of me before he thinks of himself, gives me a high I've never experienced before.
I look forward to many more years with my Mr. Right For Aretha! When I think about the different chapters of life that we'll get to experience together (God willing), I get so excited. My life partner Rocks!! I'm thankful God put us both at that Uno table on August 13, 2011. When I sat down, I never expected to meet my husband while slapping down a draw4. God's plans are perfect. Here's to many more August Fourths!!!

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Permanent Housing

We are finally out of the apartment and into our home. All together now - "Thank you, Jesus!"
Last night was our second night in the new house. I love it! What I don’t love is the moving process. Thankfully, this time we had movers to get our things from storage to the house, but they didn’t cover unpacking and putting away.  There is so much stuff lying around that I don’t even know where to start. I gave Alyssa a list of things to do today and hopefully by the time I get home, most of it will be done. 
Yesterday I went and bought all new door knobs for the house. I didn’t like the other ones…they were gold. One of the pits of an older house are the gold fixtures. What the heck was the infatuation with that in the 90’s??  I guess someone will ask the same question about brushed nickel or stainless steel in 10 years.  While I was at it, I also bought new shower kits for the guest bath and jack and jill bathroom. They, too, were gold. We also found a great new vanity and sink for the downstairs guest bath. There was a pedestal sink in there previously…yuck.
The painters arrived this morning. I’m nervous about the color.  I purchased two samples and ended up not liking either. I’m going with light gray, but I don’t want it to look like dingy white.  Alyssa and Mr. RFA said my eyes are weird because they saw gray.  I saw dingy white. This morning at the last minute I changed the color with the painter. It’s still gray, but a tad darker…still light, in my mind. I hope when I get home I’ll love what I see.  I don’t think my husband will allow me to use more of the budget to get the painters to come back and change the entire downstairs just because I have color remorse. 
We’ve decided to hold off on updates to our master bath. He wants to paint and we also need new faucets, shower trimmings and cabinet knobs. Oh and get this. My husband, whom I love and adore very much, has come up with the genius idea (note my sarcasm) to install a laptop or book tray in the toilet room.  All this means is that he’ll spend more time in the bathroom…I’m opposed to the idea of it, but I won’t stand in the way of his grand ideas…this time.
We had some cleaning women come in on Tuesday before we started moving things in and they did a good job. I think I’m going to use them once a month to do the deep cleaning for us and we’ll take care of the other stuff ourselves.
Oh yeah…we also found an awesome new microwave/wall oven combo. Of course the one we have now is white…that just won’t do.  I can’t wait until it’s installed. Everything else in the kitchen looks modern expect those ugly white appliances. Now we still need to find the cooktop and new dishwasher. I hope the white appliances sell well on craigslist…cost recovery is a sweet thing!
Okay, that’s it for house stuff.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Baby Bump News - 20 weeks

Today makes 20 weeks. It’s amazing how fast I feel like time is moving through this pregnancy. Yesterday, I took some time to reflect on the journey. It is amazing the way we feel in the midst of what we perceive to be a “storm.” From August until we got the positive pregnancy news in May, I was scared. I kept a  mostly positive outlook on things thanks to my wonderful honey bunny, but there were parts of me that were scared. My husband reinforced faith and urged me to be strong. He knew without a doubt that everything would be ok. I believed as well, I think I just couldn’t handle the unknown…the month after month of negative test results. Because of my history with fibroids and myomectomies, I felt broken.  Looking back on that now, I feel bad about having been scared at all.

In reality we tried from August to April – 8 months. One of the women I met when I first moved here just gave birth to twins. She too went through IVF and she and her husband had been trying for 3 years. How silly did I feel after finding that out?  Very.

I typically try to keep things in perspective; realize that things are not as bad as they seem in the right now, but I had several failing moments during our 8 month trying period. I am so grateful that God blessed us despite my wavering. Favor is an amazing thing…and I don’t care what anyone say, my house is favored!

The other thing that I thought about was the fact that we had a plan and we worked the plan. I’ve never been one to sit around and wait for things to happen; not when I can be actively doing something. Because of my fibroid history, we had spoken with a fertility doctor before the wedding. We were clear with him that we were not having sex before marriage, but that once we said “I do,” it would be on and popping and we wanted to be monitored to see how the recent myomectomy was impacting things. He told us to start trying on our wedding night and come see him in December if I hadn’t gotten pregnant yet.  We went to see him in December and we got started on a plan complete with tests and such. I thank God that we had the insurance coverage and financial means to do that instead of having to try without direction for years.  

On to the babies...We get to see them again next week.  I’m so excited. This time is feel s like it’s been ages since I’ve last saw them.  I’m ready to see them wiggling and jiggling around in there.  According to my internet research, at this point they should be about 10 ounces and 6 inches long. Wow…they are growing rapidly. 
I have more energy, but if I’m not careful I expend it too quickly and then I’m left feeling exhausted. For example, I’m like the queen of energy in the house because if I feel any sense of tiredness I can sit and recover quickly. However, if I’m out and walking around…it takes about 45 minutes before I’m looking for a place to take a nap.  It’s weird.
I have serious leg cramps at night. They are calming down, but last week was painful. It felt every other time I switched positions my legs would cramp up causes me to jump out of bed in pain in an attempt to stretch them out.
My sex drive had declined more than I would have liked it to, but it’s on the comeback…oh yeah. Happy mamma and daddy equals happy babies, lol.
I think my belly grew between today and last week. It is getting big and my husband is started to make belly jokes. I’ll let him have his fun now, but I told him to get ready for me to bring sexy back after these babies vacate my uterus.
Other baby news:

I found their cribs!  I was torn between one at Buy Buy Baby and Babies R Us. The ones at BBB were about $300 more each than the one I found at BRU.  I like the one at BRU better, for price, but mostly because of its design. I didn’t want a crib that had the wide back because I would have to place it on the wall the long way.  I wanted one of the traditional looking cribs that I could place on the wall the short way (like twin beds)…here is a picture because I think I suck at this description.  Actually, I put the two that I’m still a bit torn over (both from BRU).

I'm leaning toward the bottom picture. I really love the curved lines, but there is something about the straight lines in the first picture that I like also. Which do you like?  Do the curved lines look more feminine?  

I think that 's it for now...The countdown is on...The babies will be here in 3 months and 28 days...what, what?!?!?!?!

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Gratitude and Praise

A lot has been going on over here. Work is busy, home is busy, but guess what?? Life is wonderful. Sometimes I have to literally stop and bask in my blessings. We closed on our new house yesterday. For a moment (a few days) we were both so tired from driving all over the metroplex to get Alyssa to practices, camps, and tryouts, work, etc. that we lost sight of how blessed we are. It didn’t take us long to put things back into perspective. We talked and understand that some people, people very close to us, are struggling right now. Some of them don’t know how they are going to pay rent or have gas to get to and fro. We were spending our energy griping about our energy levels, when not once did God not show up and show out on his blessings for us. We’ve added miles to both cars, but not once did we have to worry about if we’d have the money to buy gas to drive those miles. Not once did we have to worry about where we would live between closing on one house and moving into the other. Not once did we have to worry about whether Alyssa would eat well. It is so easy to get caught up in our privileged lives that when anything is different, breaks routine, or makes us uncomfortable we go straight for the gripe.  I hope that over the next week before we move into the new house that we remember what we remembered yesterday in that closing office…We are blessed. God shows our family much favor. Favor that we sometimes don’t deserve, so we better show gratitude and praise all the time. 

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

This, That, And The Other

I’m addicted to soup. I think both babies must love it. I have always liked soup, but I’m in love with it right now. I think about it every day. Is that weird? Oh well. I’m thinking about having a soup cooking week. I will make lentil soup – I’ve mastered the recipe from carraba’s. It is the absolute best lentil soup. I think I even make it better than they do now.  I also want to make bake potato soup. A few years ago when Alyssa and I were doing that cooking challenge, I made homemade soup for the first time…it was baked potato and from that point on I haven’t purchased another canned soup. I also want to find and make the recipe for Olive Garden’s Zuppa Tuscana. OMG…I have been eating that at least 3 times a week for the past two months. I’m such a junkie.  I know I can make this myself…I just know it.  I also want to try my hand at a really hearty vegetable soup. Then I’m going to scour the net looking for other interesting recipies.  The thing is that Mr. RFA doesn’t consider soup to be “real food.”  He sees it as an appetizer. So I’m going to have to cook “real” food for him.
My mother is moving back to Florida to live with my granny.  Within the last month I’ve written and deleted at least 3 posts about the relationship between my mother and me. It emotionally and mentally drains me to think about it all. I give up somewhere in the middle and try to focus on other things. In a nutshell, it has been bad. I’ve felt like a punching bag and she feels abandoned. I’m frustrated and she is sad. I know something deeper than us is going on, but I’m allowing my frustration and immaturity in this area to hold me hostage where I am. I’m going to try to write about it again…in a month.
One of my favorite blogs and daily reads is the Happiness Project Blog. A while back in early June or May  she posted this quote, “There is an Indian proverb or axiom that says that everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time but, unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person.” –Rumer Godden
Then she asked her readers in which room do they spend most of their time. The answer came right to me. Most of my time is spent on mental with emotional be a close second. This has been the trend for a few months now. Prior to that it was physical and spiritual, especially during our trying to conceive times. I think, like most people, my attention to each ebbs and flows. I want to give them all the necessary attention they need understanding that equality is not realistic or necessary to be whole. I do need to at least make sure I go into each room every day, though. This is going to be my self-imposed challenge for the next 30 days.
We closed on the sale of our house on Tuesday. Shockingly, I wasn’t sad about it. I’m excited about new beginnings. We are currently living in one of the apartments we own and will do so until we close on the purchase of the new house at the end of next month. This moving out of the house and moving into the apartment has made everyone’s stress levels rise. My husband yelled at me yesterday and I cried like a little baby. He has only yelled around me, never at me, one other time and that was because some crazy road rager started following us. Alyssa is stressed because now she has to wake up extra early to make it to vball camp for the next two weeks as it is an hour away from where we are temporarily living. Not to mention her friends being so far away. I’m stressed because it’s budget time at work, I get home late or super late every night, I haven’t been much of a wife or mother the past few weeks, and I’m ready to be back in comfortable surroundings. My husband is stressed because he’s had to play Mister Mom/Mrs. Wife and handle pretty much all of the details of the sale of both properties and the purchase of the new one with little to no help from me. The three of us have talked about all of the changes happening as a group and individually. We all know that we are on edge more than we should be, but when it comes down to it, no one is cutting the others any slack and attitudes are all around. 
I’ll end on a happier note…I found out that one of the girls I used to work with is also pregnant. She got married a year before me and we used to talk about wanting to have children and our struggles.  I’m so happy she gets to experience motherhood!


Monday, July 29, 2013

Baby Bump News - Week 17

I haven’t given baby bump news in a while. Well, there is definitely a visible bump now, though it’s not huge. It looks more fat than bumpish, but it’s there. My honey loves touching it with both hands and saying yay, lol. I remember when we first met; he was amazed at how and how much I said the word yay. Now he does the very same thing. The expression of joy is quite contagious.

Anyhow, today marks 17 weeks. We had our last doctor’s visit on Friday and both babies were progressing right on target. Baby A was asleep when we started the ultrasound (I call her the girl). She was just laying there looking so peaceful. Her heartbeat was 147 bpm and she is weighing in at 5 ounces. We focused on her for a while, looking at her cute feet, head, spine, etc. Next, we moved on to Baby B (I call him the boy). He was fully awake and in full on play mode. He was moving all around. I still can’t believe they wiggle and jiggle that much and we can actually see it on the ultrasound. He was a ball of energy. He made me laugh.  His heart beat was 154 bpm and he weighs 6 ounces.  I was assured the difference in weight was nothing to be alarmed about. That it seems significant now, but once they get into the pounds, an ounce or a few won’t be a big deal. 

When the tech first started moving the wand around my belly, she asked if we were excited to find out the genders. We both, in a panic, warned her that we didn't want to find out. I didn't think to say anything from the start because I thought it would be too early to tell. She spent about 10 full minutes trying to convince us to find out. After 30 seconds it was annoying. She went so far as to tell us that in all her years of doing this, she knows that not knowing the gender is not some great surprise…the great surprise, she says, is in seeing their face, fingers and toes. I wanted to slap her.

Lastly, she told us to hurry and look away. Apparently the babies didn't agree with us waiting either because Baby B kept his legs open and Baby A decided to wake up and join the fun…she spread her wide open too.  I looked away and my husband turned his whole body around.

After we finished the ultrasound and waited for the doctor, we picked apart everything she said trying to figure out if she gave away what we are having.  I immediately thought one of them must be a boy because she had a lot of urgency in her voice for us not to look at one  point. I figured she thought we’d be able to see something peaking at us, lol. 

This last doctor’s visit and our talking about gender revealed to me and my husband that he really wants a daughter. We both have wanted one of each, but he really, really wants a little girl. At one point he was afraid of having two twin daughters, but I think he would actually love that. He has thoughts of spoiling her to pieces and being her hero. It’s cute the way he talks about our little Baby A.

Time will tell if we have one, two or no baby girls.

My symptoms have calmed down for the most part. I am having some round ligament pain and back aching, but it’s not anything unbearable at this point. Thank God for a symptom reprieve!

I was driving last week and swore I felt something. I talked myself out of it because surely I thought it was too early to feel movement. Well, my doctor asked if I had felt anything, so I told her the story. She said that movements are usually felt earlier in second pregnancies and with multiples. She told me it would be sporadic to start and then in a month I’ll probably feel them all the time. Since then I have felt more sporadic movements…it’s so cool!

My doctor warned me that bed rest is common for a twin pregnancies, so she urged me to finish up my registry and choose everything I want for the nursery, so that if I can’t go shopping when the time comes, someone else would know exactly what to get. She also urged me to go ahead and do my hospital tours and pre-register. This all seems so early, but I’m following her orders.

Guess what else??  We have an official delivery date (unless the babies choose something earlier) – December 17, 2013!!

The funny thing is that I started my online registry weeks ago and I had to choose a due date…I chose the 17th. How cool is that. I’m excited that they will be here in time for Christmas, so our family will all be here for the holidays. 20 weeks and 1 day to go!!!

Monday, July 22, 2013

In Other House News...

We have found our next home! I love it! Early on, before our search started, I think I mentioned here that we both loved the older homes in our current city. The neighborhoods are charming with large trees and the houses have character as opposed to the abundance of new cookie cutter homes popping up everywhere now.  Then we changed our minds because we are worried about resale in 5 to 10 years – Will someone else want to buy an even older home by that point?

Well, in the end our initial desires won the day. We didn’t do it on purpose, but we are drawn to what we like. Alyssa and Mr. RFA went out last Wednesday and looked at 11 houses. By the time I got off from work, they had their top 3, so the realtor took us all back out to see them. I hated the first one. The only great feature was that the backyard was backed up on a greenbelt.

The second house made me literally scream with joy. I loved it. It was in a gated community, had an awesome kitchen, a separate office, both formals, and nice sized secondary rooms. The game room was tiny, which took some wind from my sails. As I was overjoyed, Alyssa and Mr. RFA didn’t look extremely impressed. I thought they were either trying to psych me out or the third house must have been spectacular.

We got to the third house, which is literally around the corner from the second house in another neighborhood.  Just driving through the neighborhood made me feel warm and fuzzy.  I loved how all the other houses looked and the beautiful trees, lakes and landscaping. When we got to the house it was on a corner lot at the start of a culdesac with a swing driveway. I was in love. We walked in and the staircase in all its spiral glory took my breath away. I was bounced back down for a second as I noticed the tiled floor entry – I hated that. Both formals and the living room had hardwoods, though and that made me happy. The entry way was two stories and really welcomed us into the space. As I walked into the kitchen, I loved the cabinets, but hated the white appliances. And there is a butler’s pantry…that made me so happy.
Walking through the back of the downstairs there was a bathroom and the office. The office has beautiful hardwoods as well. Before going upstairs we walked to the back yard, which has a deck and is very quaint, just the way we both wanted it. We aren’t one of those families that needs or wants a big yard…just enough space is good for us.

Walking up the stairs was great. It was so spacious up there. The game room is huge (just what I wanted). There is a guest bedroom on one side of the upstairs by itself with a common area bathroom.
On the other side of the upstairs is the Master, which has double doors to enter…ahhh…I was like a giddy school girl. I kept opening and closing them, lol. The master is very big with a balcony (swoon).  And that master bath and closet is crazy. They are almost too big, but I know we’ll use all of the space.
Just when I thought the upstairs was stopping, there was a long hallway. We made it to another bedroom which was being used as a nursery. It was a great size, but not too big. My favorite thing about it was the jack and jill bathroom that connected it with the other bedroom. I’ve always loved the jack and jill bathrooms. That’s when we came to a big bedroom. It has its own little hallway as well. At that point, Alyssa just beamed with happiness. All she wants is a big room.

I couldn’t believe how spacious the house was. Nothing was cramped, there was plenty of storage spaces and closets, and there is definitely enough space for 5 people and a dog.

Mr. RFA and Alyssa kept asking if I liked it better than house two because they were in love with it. They both just couldn’t contain their smiles. House two is a great house, but overall the additional space from house three, the neighborhood, the gameroom, the master, the size of the secondary bedrooms, and most of all the looks on my loves’ faces confirmed that house three was the right house for our family.

We were ready to make an offer right there. The blessing is that we were willing and thought we would have to spend a certain budget to get what we wanted, but just a week before we saw the house, the sellers dropped the price $19,900. We went in asking for another $5k less and they accepted. We looked at comps in the neighborhood and had the sellers been more patient they could have definitely got their original list price before their decrease. The other houses for sale in the neighborhood that don’t even look as great as that home are selling for much higher. Our realtor told us the sellers were on a timeline and needed to move fast. And, when they bought the house a few years ago, the market was much lower, so they were making a great profit anyway. It is working out in everyone's favor.

Our closing is in a month!  Since last Wednesday, we have driven past the house several times just to admire it and make sure the neighborhood is awesome at all times of the day. We went into this thinking we’d be there for the next 5 or so years and then sell, but the more I look at the house online the more I believe it’s going to be a very long term house for us. It’s one that we can put our mark on and make some wonderful memories in. I told Mr. RFA that last night and he said he was thinking the same thing. 

Today is inspection day, so we are praying all goes well and there are no problems!