We are constantly living the roller coaster ride that is real estate. Home buying-induced heart attacks and ulcers have to be somewhere in the top 5 list of causes of dementia. Or something.
We put an offer in on a cute little corner house in Bernal Heights yesterday, and we're still waiting to hear from the seller whether or not they are accepting our offer. So we get approximately 48 hours to get very excited, then terrified, then hopeful, then worried, then hungry, then nervous, then motivated, then sleepy, and repeat. Fun!
No more rolling over since Thursday, and that's fine by me. The sooner the baby can move around, the sooner he can run from me when I try to dress him in sailor suits.