14 weeks

Today we put an offer in on a house. The house wasn't listed yet, we found out about it from a neighbor. So by the seller not listing it, that saves them the 6% realtor fee which makes the cost of the house cheaper for us. My offer is what he had said he wanted and since it's already low (actually I was going to offer about 5K higher than what he said he wanted... lol ok!) They have to respond by Thursday. Then I need an inspection, THEN the scary part... trying to get the actual mortgage. The attorny originally put down a closing date of 7/30 but I called him and was like actually lets push it out 2 weeks to 8/13. Just makes me feel more comfortable. 

As I was signing my name and initials to the offer I started to feel very nauseous. At first I thought it was because I hadn't really eaten and I was ya know, pregnant. But then I realized. I was so close to puking because I was so nervous!! I still feel kinda pukey. I just wannt move in and have it be all over with. It's scary too not having a realtor hold your hand through the process. We had/have a realtor while we were still house hunting... and I think she's annoyed/concerned now. It's a weird situation. Because we don't really need her anymore nor will she really get paid now... 

Eric's mom called me today and after chatting with her and then handing the phone off to eric, I laid in bed to listen to the convo. I then fell asleep amist all kinds of noise and light. I slept from like 5-8:15pm! 1 day off this week and I spend half of it sleeping!

Kristen and i drove by the house tonight (after I woke up from my nap, discovered my phone was completely dead, I basically just showed up on her doorstep), We were going to just peek in the windows since it's empty. But there was a painter there. So we knocked and he let us in. On a side note: he was extremely friendly, and awesome and looked like a painter. If it was the 1980s he would have had white overalls on. He acted like it was totally normal to have 2 girls and a random baby in glittery pink shoes and pajamas show up at the door of a random house at 9pm.
 So anyway, I got to look at it again, and get Kristen's approval :) Tomorrow Eric and I are going to look at it before I go to work, the neighbor (who I also know - she's the one who told us about the house) has a house key to the house. Lol Eric hasn't even seen it yet. Hell, I just saw it yesterday morning and put the offer in today! The house is in Gates, no more details yet in case everything falls through and I'm sad lol.

In other news, I've decided to live in a bubble. I was reading about how to protect yourself from toxins while pregnant. Lol it was a hilarious article. Keep your windows closed and get an air purifier. Don't pump your own gas. Contact EPA guides for everything. Don't use any cosmetics. Etc etc. Oh shut up already, the world is full of toxins. Don't swim in sewage, eat lead paint chips, or breathe in lots of smoke. You and the baby will survive. 

14 weeks pregnant today. Kristen and I were looking online and baby is the size of a lemon. I felt it rolling around a lot in there tonight. The feelings are more intense now but still totally random. According to online pregnancy articles I shouldn't be feeling anything till like 18 weeks. Um. No. Many of the other women (and me) have been feeling things for weeks. No, not real kicks, but feeling "something."


According to them, all us pregnant woman should *just* be starting to show. Yea right! Most of the women in my online pregnancy group started popping out way early.  Even at like 8 weeks I have a definate belly. I haven't been able to wear my poorl "skinny" jeans since like, the minute I found out I was pregnant. My size 8s that I worked hard to fit into (i had just bought FOUR pairs of Gap jeans about 2 weeks before finding out, btw) are sitting in my closet quietly crying over never being worn.I've pushed them to the dark recesses where I don't have to look at them. I have one pair of jeans that fit, That should probably be called one pair of "jean" that fits, since it's just singulur. They're my old "fat" jeans and I have to rubber band those. I don't wanna talk about it. (Kristen gave me a big tub of maternity clothes tonight though...yay!)
 So yea... all these pregnancy articles are lame and lie.