Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Waiting Game

It seems like a lot of life is waiting for something, and frankly I'm sick of waiting to move. Since last October we've thought every couple of months there was a chance for us to get out of the Pacific Northwest and Matt to finally be recognized for what an awesome manager he is.

But here we are, 8 months later and still waiting.

Our next hope is a move in August. Probably only 3-4 weeks after our baby girl is born. Where we are now is a one bedroom "apartment" that's really the bottom level of a house. One room is our living room, dining room, kitchen, office and library. Our bedroom is small and already I'm trying to figure out the best way to fit a bassinet or pack n' play in there. And there's no use in going overboard with the "nursery planning" since there is no nursery, and no point in totally rearranging everything now if we'll just have to pack it up 3 weeks after the Tater Tot makes her grand entrance.

Its frustrating...not knowing. We have limited access to a washer and dryer...do I buy cloth diapers or not? It'd be great to register for a crib and crib mattress...but where would we put it? I have bought oodles of fabric that we'd love to use for the baby's "nursery," but right now all I can make is a quilt. Hopefully come August she'll be able to have a nursery where I can hang curtains and make a cute crib ruffle and a throw pillow for the rocker (which is the second hand 1970's gold rocker from a thrift store that I've had since college).

Its going to be a challenge trying to figure out timing and accomodations for the family and friends who want to be here for the birth. I want family here, of course, but I think I'll go crazy sitting around with a bunch of people staring at me like a time bomb if I'm a few days late. I'm already trying to think of easily freezable group dinners.

But wondering about it and checking the real estate market in South Carolina won't make anything happen any faster. Complaining about the constant rain and chill and gray won't make it disappear. Wishing for a bathtub or a dishwasher to help make things a little easier or more comfortable won't do any good. Our home has been a huge blessing that has helped us get out of debt and save up a nice emergency fund, but its time to move on and Matt and I know it.  We're just waiting for God to open the doors. And if He doesn't when we want Him to, He must have a reason, right?


1 comment:

  1. Oh the waiting is definitely so hard! I'm in a waiting pattern for a few weeks here.

    For practical advice - don't buy cloth diapers yet. Babies don't fit into the regular sizes for the first three to four weeks anyways so just plan to use disposables for the first few weeks even if you buy cloth diapers after that.

    And I bet your family wouldn't want you to have to think about group dinners. Don't they have takeout in the PNW?

    I had family fly in for the baby's birth and the baby was eleven days late. (I tried everything!)

    But maybe I'm thinking that when we finally do get the right home it will be that much sweeter?