(4.5 months pregnant (I know, I was tiny))
Read on if you want to see pictures of houses we didn't buy, and hear about the stress of buying a house and moving and having a baby and starting a new job all at once.
Technically, this all started in April 2013. In April I was halfway through my pregnancy, and I was thinking/worrying about childcare. I was working in three clinics, doing overnights twice a month, driving for hours and hours and hours every week. I had a sitter lined up in one of the towns I worked in, but nothing in the town we lived, and nothing in Twillingate, the tiny fishing village where it is impossible to find childcare. I was stressed. Jon was also stressed, and frequently perusing the job bank in the province, just out of curiosity. When he came upon a clinic that would take both of us, and would require only 10 minutes of driving a day, and would have us home by 5:05 every night, he signed us up for an interview. I was so not into it. My thoughts were: I'm pregnant! We can't move! My doctor is here! We did the interview, discussed for hours and hours, told our boss we were done, and signed a new contract. I was even more stressed. The new job meant we would have to be apart for the last few months of my pregnancy, and it meant moving, leaving my closest friend, etc.
So we booked an appointment with the first realtor that comes up when you google Clarenville realty, and we started looking at houses. Renting was not an option for us because it was $3000 a month for a basic 2-bed 2-bath apartment here. Insane. I told the realtor that we wanted to buy a house that very day. I told him we had no time to mess around. He was like, no one buys a house the first day they start looking. I was like, no, show us something cool.
This one was apparently a really good deal, and would be snapped up within days if we weren't quick. I wasn't loving the intense decor.
We saw a lot more houses than that. We never found one that we were really into, so Jon and I just said, we'll take that red one. It was brand new and it had two bathrooms. So that is why last summer at around this time Jon was painting the walls of our brand new house while I was nursing a newborn. And that's why we are so looking forward to this year's vacation, which we are starting on Thursday. We are heading to Cavendish beach on PEI, and we won't be doing any painting, house-hunting, or breastfeeding. I am pumped.