Life’s Full of Surprises
So, no sooner do we get boxes moved into our own apartment, than I find out a one-bedroom apartment isn’t going to be enough for long.
I’m pregnant!
I guess it’s a good thing we went with a six-month lease…
The first clue was a light weeklong backache that should have been a two-day painfest. The second clue was lateness. The third, when I knew something was up for sure, was that although I did nothing but sit and wait for the cable guy and then move 8 boxes when we moved in, I was so exhausted I kept having to sit down.
The final clue, when even Hubby sensed something was wrong with the Force, was when he ordered a chicken sandwich and I demanded a double cheeseburger. And proceeded to eat the whole thing.
I found out really early, so I have until March to wait and figure out names and find a house or apartment that’s big enough. So far, the nausea is very light, but I’m still too tired to unpack much. I think I’ll sit here on the computer and hunt down jobs this morning.
Or find a cheap computer desk on Craigslist.
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