…then it’s meant to be, right?

They accepted our offer on the house. No counter offer, just accepted it. We’ll have a signed purchase agreement once the snowpocalypse on the East Coast is over, they’re snowed in!

Marmot and I are in shock! And ecstatic! We have a house!! But I’m resisting crossing it off the Baby Bucket List (over there <—-) until closing day, because I’m Italian and we’re superstitious like that. We close April 30th. That is only 76 days away!!

But oh my god, we have a house!!

And in Weight Watchers news….week one, on the books! I wanted to go on Tuesdays (more meeting options, and its a light workday for me) so even though I started on Friday, I went and weighed in yesterday- and I was down 1.4lbs! I know its the initial week big loss, but I was thrilled because it was only four days. I don’t feel deprived, and I honestly had to stuff myself to get my points in for the day yesterday.

The leader went over how we take care of ourselves. It was a really good topic, and I started thinking about the new things I’ve started doing for myself- taking a multivitamin, cutting down on caffeine, trying to get more physical activity- but all of those things came from the Baby Bucket List, and not because I wanted to take care of myself. I realized that I need to prioritize taking care of myself, because by doing that I can be a better wife, a better employee, and a happier person- not just because I want to be a mom someday. I’ll have less time in the future to take care of myself, I need to take advantage of it now and get those habits solidly in place.

We expect 110% out of ourselves all the time, its like there is some female trait that emphasizes perfection and makes us accept nothing less from ourselves. And yet, I know that I don’t even keep with the basics of keeping my body healthy and happy, which would make the 110% that I expect a feasibility. So, back to my New Year’s Resolutions! Those were the things that I resolved to do this year, and they were about making my life that much better- taking care of myself.

What are the things you make a point of doing to take care of yourself? And if you don’t have something you do regularly, what would you like to do for yourself?

We have finally agreed on a house. As in 100% agreement. I repeat, my husband and I have agreed on a house. How could you miss it, did you not hear the hallelujah chorus? Its truly an act of God. I didn’t think it would ever happen! Marmot really wanted to see this house, but I didn’t want to after we agreed to walk away from the house I was in love with. And I did plan on disliking everything in the house on principle, because Marmot insisted on seeing it. Yeah, I love it. We did our second walk-through, and we made an offer on it last night.  OMG we made an offer, and my husband is in love with the house!! In the words of Clark Griswold, if I woke up with my head sewn to the carpet, I couldn’t be any more surprised than I am now. Seriously.

There is a happy dance going on at my house! Just think imagine the Hamster Dance Song, and me boogie-woogie-ing along with it….now go pour bleach in your eyes to remove that mental picture and don’t worry, Weight Watchers post coming soon!

I’m not sure if its caffeine withdrawal because I had none yesterday, or if its sugar withdrawal because I also had almost none yesterday- but I woke up with a pounding headache and absolutely no sense of humor. I’ll be honest, the only way I can get through this is to rectify the caffeine issue (sucking down coffee as we speak) and since eating sugar out of the package is frowned upon by Weight Watchers, I’ll have to make up for it by laughing at other people’s stupidity. Laughter is the best medicine for a s*** day right?

Enter, Failbooking. I came upon this lovely site through Kate @ Busted Plumbing. Yet another site to make you feel good, because even though we all have stupid moments, these made it on Facebook.

Enjoy!

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Well, we have a rerun. My attempts at dieting since January 1st with my New Year’s Resolutions have resulted in a 7lb weight gain. Resolution big fat f-ing fail. lol

So I once again, walked my butt into the local Weight Watcher’s center. I got in the door and paused, and I seriously couldn’t help myself, did a big huge sigh. I’m baaaaaack!

The leader said welcome back, gave me a hug, and said she was so glad to see me! I’m preferring to think of that as she’s glad I’m back, as opposed to my god you need a meeting chunky. She’s sweet, so we’ll go with the first thought.

I did the sign-up, got my gear (water bottle and materials) and I’m ready to go. I weighed. And since it was the first weigh-in I didn’t do my normal routine, which is not eat, #1 and #2 before I leave the house, and right before the actual weigh-in, I strip down to the least amount of clothing that is socially acceptable. This time I left most of my clothing on (they said I had to take off my sunglasses, pager, shoes and winter coat) but otherwise I pretty much wanted to be fat this week. Which is weird, but I enjoyed it while it lasted.

The weigh-in was as bad as I thought. Ok, it was worse. But lets be honest here, one day last week I wasn’t even at work long enough to have lunch before I blew the zipper out of a pair of dress pants. Nothing like needing to stock safety pins in your desk for fat-ass-related wardrobe malfunctions to motivate you.

But you know, I’m actually pretty excited? I saw someone get a Lifetime charm. I’d never paid attention to those before, but I want one. I want the 10% keychain. I want the charms. I want to see my goal. And I want to be skinny and cute when I get pregnant, as opposed to even at seven or eight months still looking like a fat lady after a trip to the buffet. Yay for the Baby Bucket List!

Anyone else restarting their New Year’s resolutions?

Ok, so we’re done with the house deal.

We’re going to reconvene in two weeks and see if anything has changed and we could make it happen, but the closing date makes it a no-go.

Its KILLING me. But I refuse to borrow money over it, because moving always costs more than you think it does, and I have a major aversion to taking on more debt with what we already have.

Back to the drawing board. *sigh*

I have a little bit of an Etsy time warp problem…I get on Etsy, and two hours are gone *poof* the hours have disappeared! My latest finds in the Children/Baby category…

What is your latest favorite Etsy find?

Are you all sick of hearing about house drama? I am!!

So this house deal just won’t quit. We made an offer a week ago tonight! Its been back and forth, and we finally told Realtor Man on Friday that we’re not going to negotiate anymore. I had a sad day or two, cried once, and told Marmot we were going to be renting for the rest of our natural lives.

But Realtor Man called us on Sunday because the seller’s realtor called him to say they would like to counter, and we essentially just countered the (millionth?) counter, again!

So they’re considering it, and are going to the bank tomorrow. The sticky part is that they’re trying to buy a bank-owned property, and have to meet a set of stipulations such as the closing date which is where we got hung up during negotiations.

So we’re doing what we do best….waiting! Hoping to hear from Realtor Man tonight!

I have some maternity-ish things that I’m looking forward to.

Such as decorating a nurse. I looove nurseries and staring at pictures and obsessing over crib. Exhibit A and Exhibit B of my nursery obsession.

Being able to justify a craving for something ridiculous (as opposed to just being ridiculous as is the case right now) because Baby wants egg rolls!

Things I’m not looking forward to?

Maternity clothes, such as this nasty ugly horribly unattractive piece of polyester. And I know maternity clothes can be cute, but I firmly believe that they cannot be cute and under $80 a shirt.

And what’s with the Rock N’ Roll or grunge style ‘cool’ maternity clothes? Seriously, I’m from the Midwest. I’ve never rocked, and certainly won’t when I’m pregnant. Well I do roll actually, but mostly pudge.

And this lovely rock the bump tshirt? $48 dollars ladies. $48 DOLLARS! Seriously?! For a tshirt?!?!

I used to think the cost of textbooks was just cruel and mean, picking on poor college kids who have no other choice, but this takes the cake. They know that when you’re pregnant you want something hip (as opposed to the blue tent up above) and they know that its not like you can wait a few months until its on sale. Mean. Just mean.

And I absolutely will be hitting up thrift stores and whatnot, but I had maybe thought about actually get a few cute pieces new. Especially for the office, trying to maintain the corporate suits image and all. Nope. Maternity dress pants, $110. Hah. Budget says I get one shirt and a bella band. lol

Most expensive maternity item you’ve ever seen?