Queen of Rambles

We got it! We got it!

Now I’m not sure if I want it!

Why do I have a feeling of sickness in the pit of my stomach? I just don’t do well with change. Heck, even in the month or two prior to moving back to the US I felt totally sick about it and wondered if we were doing the right thing even though I was absolutely miserable in Sweden.

But we got our “dream apartment” and will be moving on August 24. Whoo-hoo!

I put “dream apartment” in quotes because my real dream apartment would certainly cost a lot more than this one is going to cost us. This is my dream apartment on our budget–a budget that almost makes me ill considering I was spending $275/month on rent in Astoria. I miss Astoria.

Anyway, I called the complex this afternoon and they told me they had one spot open, so Mikey and I hightailed it out of here (after spending way too long filling in our rental applications) and rushed to sign the lease. We got there and it was the very last one (or so they said) so I was glad Mike had the day off and we were able to make sure we got it, even though that put us on the Beltway right in the middle of rush hour traffic so it took us twice as long to get home as it did to get out there. I managed to keep the yelling and cursing to a minimum. I kept telling myself that having the apartment secured was well worth the hassle of traffic. I was almost Zen-like. Except much more antsy.

Now I just get to worry about my doctor’s appointments and labor. We are moving a month and a half before my due date so it seems like it would be pretty hard to change doctors at that point. I guess it’s not impossible to do, but I really do like the doctors I’m seeing now (an odd mix of people–two Jewish men and two African American ladies) and don’t want to switch. But I’ll have weekly appointments at that point and the drive seems like a major PITA. I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and do it. I hope I am like the majority of women and take a long time to birth the first babe. It will really suck if I go into labor during rush hour and end up giving birth in a taxi cab. I should try not to worry too much about it. If we were still in Sweden I would have to drive an hour and a half in the snow to get to the nearest birthing center. People in my home town often opt to drive an hour and a half to a neighboring city to give birth. An hour and a half is obviously nothing. I need to just not worry.

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