Curve Balls

On Friday afternoon, I had intended to write a quick blog about some other aspects of the past week, but I had only typed about one line when Puck called to share some news with me – another curve ball in our life. First, let me make it clear that our boys are fine; they’ve been having a good time doing somersaults and trying to push my bellybutton out to make more room.

What’s the curve ball? The fellow who manages the house we are renting called to say that the owner had lost his job and was wanting to sell the house. While our contract is until the end of July, it sounded to Puck like they would like to have us out sooner than that if possible, and we would also have the option of purchasing the house. While the house is nice, I’m not sure we are quite ready to buy a house, and I don’t know that this house would be the one we would choose to buy. We haven’t heard what price they would want for the house though.

My initial reaction? Well, I am pregnant, and I’ve noticed that I don’t handle stress nearly as well as I used to. After being stunned a bit numb for awhile, there was a period of tears just slipping out – not sobbing, just tears. I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed trying to stay up with all my “should’s” of late, and this just felt Herculean.

Silver lining: Still, given a little time along with starting a little research and talking to Puck when he got off work, I started to feel that this could be a good thing. As always, it will be difficult to find a place that will rent to us with our darling Great Dane and that will match our criteria for price, size and proximity to Davis, but we might be able to find a place with the space allocated in ways that are better for us. Also, if they want us out earlier, then we could move in May or June instead of July (which would be a bit too close to when our boys might arrive for our comfort). Plus, it is now a good thing that I never got around to hanging all our pictures and photos, that we still have boxes we never unpacked, and that we stored all our storage/moving boxes in the garage (though my nesting moment breaking down the last batch of empty boxes seems a bit counterproductive).

Concerns: It will undoubtedly be frustrating for me not to be able to participate as much in the moving process (especially the loading and unloading). Puck is talking about possibly taking a week off work to get us moved after we find a place, and I hate for him to use that week to move us instead of having it to spend with our boys when they arrive. Though I suppose the first concern is finding the time to search for a place and then finding a place.

An interesting life: Still, even when unexpected curve balls come our way to make our life “interesting,” I can take consolation and joy in sharing this journey with Puck. Somehow, we will make it all work, and we are lucky to have the love and support of our family and friends who make life so much more sunny, fun and meaningful.

P.S. Mom, the dark purple flowers in the window box have bloomed beautifully this spring with one of the pink flowers making a showing and the antique lavendar still hanging in there. I’ll try and get a photo of it tomorrow!