and did i mention...?

...that we're moving right now? well, not officially right now b/c there are no boxes and there's been no packing, nor has a new place been secured, but we have agreed to be out of this house by july 1. baby due june 27. out of house by july 1. today is june 6. nothing packed or otherwise showing any signs of moving. with me so far?

well, i have been successful at burying my head in the sand up until this point. but we're now at a point where....let's see, shall we? as of today, the baby is to term. that means the baby can come at any minute, s/he's just stewing around in there at this point. so, i'm at a point where there's no longer enough sand to cover my head & i have to face up to the fact that i don't know where i'll be living after the baby is born. and that, well, kinda scares the shit out of me. that's normal, right? being totally okay with it, as i've seemed, not-so-normal. right?

so, here's the thing. have i been strong this whole time? or just in denial? or just really good at the head-in-sand thing? because i think i've been ridiculously calm the past few months under the circumstances. all the red tape and bureaucratic bullshit i had to endure just to get insurance; the lack of heat for most of the winter; the less-than-posh circumstances under which i've received health care; the ups-and-downs of the cars; the lack of incoming funds; blah blah blah blah blah.... i'm going to be surprised if the baby is born without an ulcer. (i'm sorry, baby. times are super duper tough. but you know what, nugget? i love ya. your dad loves ya. and your daddy & i are very very much in love.)

yeah, i think i just made an aside to the baby. uh-oh. it's all happening. sooner than later. much sooner...?

but we told the wicked witch of northwest that we'd be out by july 1. and, really, who wants to stay in a place when you're not wanted, even when said witch has no legal leg to stand on?