News of my day

So, we're not moving. The other house sold and ours has not, so we are quite content that it just wasn't meant for us to live in a 3000+ square foot house with a lovely screened-in porch, whirlpool TUB, and about 1/2 an acre. Sigh. I'm actually quite relieved, because I was feeling stressed about the prospect of moving and all these showings were definitely getting on my nerves- especially the ones where people come through and say "it's overpriced" (as if this price was kept secret until they saw the house). Or they say "it's too small" when there is nothing in the description to make one think it is a huge house. We had a showing this past Sunday for some people who had seen it the previous Saturday. Their relator told me that they "wanted to see how the sun shines into the house around 5pm- I think it's for their religion". I am so curious about this one- any theories? They are no hurry to buy, so we had to let the other one go and ours is no longer on the market. We could have kept it on and found another one, but we had kind of decided it wasn't worth the trouble. We like our house- we just wish it had a tiny bit more room. We're going back to our plan of finishing the basement and maybe doing some other remodeling to give us some more space. Over all, I'm fine with it.

I also had to go for my annual "women's exam" with the midwife. I know- I was there every frickin' week in April and May, but that one annual test hadn't been done since September, so I was due. It was really depressing to go back there. I told my midwife about the chemical pregnancy and how that was the last straw. She was very nice and seemed understanding. I still feel bitter about the whole thing. I know so few people with only one child that I sometimes don't feel like a real parent having just one child. The truth is, we are happy with our little family and D is just wonderful (and very busy with activities right now!) I don't feel like anything is lacking in my life, but I still know that I was supposed be pregnant right now. Very pregnant- like Amy Poehler (which hit me like a ton of bricks at the end of SNL last week, when I realized that I would have been looking like that by now). I keep hoping that once my due date passes, I'll feel free of this, since I won't be able to say how pregnant I would have been. I realize that I could easily start counting how old the baby might have been, but that seems more abstract to me, so I'm hoping that I won't fall into that. I need to start taking better care of myself- I've been eating too much ice cream and not exercising. That sounds pretty pathetic- it's not like I've been going on drinking binges or anything- it's just not being as healthy as I should be. 

In other news- I am 95% sure that I will show up to my 20-year reunion. It's in November and I'll have to fly out to CA for a short trip and the timing is a pain, but I still hate to miss it. This should all be a big motivation to lose some weight, but I just can't get myself to care. I also have no clue what I will wear- I'll have to buy something, but I just don't dress up like that much and will not be looking very glamorous- that's for sure. At least I feel like I can spend money right now since we no longer have to save for a down payment!