Once upon a time

We got married. We lived happily in a little apartment in Swissvale for about 6 months after the wedding. Then, we started itching for something new. We would take turns feeling unfulfilled by our simple life. At times, we wanted a home. At times, we wanted a baby.

We talked a lot about which should come first. On the one hand, it seemed wiser to have a house first. Taking the mortgage plunge would only be harder once there is a child. Buying a house, moving, and fixing a house (in our price range) would only be harder once there is a child. On the other hand, we just wanted a baby. We had a 2-bedroom apartment, and there would be no shame in having a baby in our apartment. In fact, our rent was dirt cheap, and we were saving a lot of money for a new car or anything else we could want.

So I went off the pill. We also casually browsed the Howard Hanna website. We figured that since we couldn't decide which to do first, we would just see what happened first, and go from there. (Aren't we wild?)

A couple of months went by, and no baby. It was very discouraging. We decided to just relax, and let go for a few months, and not try so hard. And so we tried harder for a house. We made spreadsheets, we scoured the county assessment website, we calculated taxes and square footages and budgets. And then we saw the One. It was a 15-second drive from our apartment. The neighborhood was decidedly middle-class, the houses were cookie-cutter, but each one was a home. Our house had a huge backyard, a one-car garage, a front porch and a back porch, and we knew before ever taking a step inside that this was the One.

So we made an offer. They countered, we countered, and we came to agreement. We were going to be homeowners!!!

And about 2 weeks later, we found out we were going to be parents!!!

So the decisions were made. We would buy a house and have a child. This probably wasn't the smartest way to do it, but what's done is done.

Next we will go back in time. Since no one really cares about buying a house, and everyone cares about baby-making, I'll tell that story.

Busy...

We are so busy. Just so busy, and yet sometimes I feel like we must be the biggest lazy-asses to ever live. Great people only have 24 hours in day. Great people have houses and jobs and children. People who accomplish much just amaze me; do they not require an hour to sit on their asses and watch some t.v. every now and again? I can't remember to mail a stupid rebate on our appliances within the required one month. I just feel too busy. But the truth is, and I know it, that I am too lazy to mail the rebate when I have a free minute, which is all the time it would take. When I have a free minute, or a free hour or two at the end of a day, I feel like I don't want to think about the rebate! I want to sit on my ass!!

And to be fair, I don't have a free hour or two every night. And that is why I relish a free hour when I do have it. But why can't I just get shit done that needs to be done?!

I want to post some things I've written in the past few months, leading up to the pregnancy, and after the pregnancy began, but.... (shocker!) ...I just feel too busy.

Figuring out how it all works...

This is us. Don't we look naive? We are.

This is where we live. This is where we work.

I can't figure out a way to link to pictures, which is very annoying. I mean, I've figured it out, but I'd have to have them stored somewhere else on the web, and homey don't play that.

In all, we are far, far behind in starting this blog. We have so much to share with our friends and families, to some extent, but I think more with each other, and with ourselves. I have always wanted to keep a journal, but what's the use in being witty as hell if I'm the only person who will ever read it?! But writing about how I'm feeling and what I'm going through has always been helpful to me, and my wonderful husband knew that I needed this. So I will start the story from the beginning, only slightly edited. Stay tuned!

First time

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