Update

So, this whole blogging thing... yeah, I've been terrible. Now that things have calmed down a little here maybe I'll be better. Here's the rundown for the last few months.

Spent the end of January through March being nauseated getting sick 24/7. All the books say morning sickness is worse with twins but I put that theory to shame. I should of just potty trained the twins since we spent so much time in the bathroom. It was made worse by any car trip over 40 minutes, noxious odors, teeth brushing and annoying people who keep bringing up the fact that they "never, ever got morning sickness" with any pregnancy.

I do have to give a big two thumbs up to the PAMF Urgent Care/Mt. View Campus. I got so dehydrated since I couldn't keep anything down that I had to go in for IV's. Not only do they have flat screen tv's in their waiting area but the Dr. patted me on the arm and said how sorry he was that I was feeling so terrible. Then the nurses brought me extra pillows and warmed up blankets and turned off the lights so I could rest while the two bags dripped into me.

Just as the morning sickness was beginning to wane I got hit by a horrible hacking cough with chills and fever that lasted two weeks. Then Louis got sick (and he NEVER gets sick), then Sarah, then Matthew. Pretty good excuse for not blogging, huh?

During this time I had to get our place ready to put on the market and show. I considered just hauling all the junk out of the closets, throwing it around and calling the show "Clean House," say I had a hoarding problem and let them come clean it up and redecorate. Then I realized I want my new place to be redecorated, so that plan went on the back burner. I had to clean out my cabinets and drawers (scary!) and put away personal items so the place is "neutral" to a perspective buyer. So family pictures are packed and the Christus statuette is in my underwear drawer (is that a sin?)

We had our place on the market about three weeks, and got an offer. As soon as the contingency time is over we will be trying to find a place to buy. The goal is to not be moving on my due date.

We did manage to celebrate our anniversary in April by seeing this guy:

Great show in San Francisco with dinner at a French tapas place beforehand.

That's about it. May has been sickness free so I'll post some pics of some of our activities.

We'll Be Living In Our Storage Unit

It's been a little while since Kristine updated you on the great news that baby #3 is expected this September. Said Grayling, a boy, who is as of yet unnamed, is already causing trouble. You see, our two bedroom/two bathroom condo, not large when it was just for the two of us, and already very tight with the addition of two rambunctious near two year olds, will be a practical impossibility for our family to survive when Delta Force Tiebreaker comes in for a landing.

Thus, we've been doing many things to prepare, not the least of which is putting said insufficient condo on the market for sale. We've had a pair of Open Houses, and have been mercilessly packing up, throwing things away, donating to Good Will, and filling all available storage units and friend's garages with our Earthly possessions. And this all comes before we even think about where we will go should somebody find our offer compelling.

That may explain part of the quiet here.

Kristine's been kept plenty busy chasing after Matthew and Sarah, and feeling a big fatigued by Tres. Add on top of that us moving things in and out, and you can see why it at times feels like we're prisoners in our own home. Our cars are filled with boxes to the point the seatbelt alert often goes off - thinking another passenger is in the vehicle. We've perfected the art of hiding things under the bed so visitors can't see all our clutter, and we are rooting for the weather to be just perfect on the day prospective buyers show up - and we must cover our eyes to the flaking paint outside our building's front door - ignored by the homeowner's committee, and hope the potential buyers don't notice.

So now we're in limbo, trapped by the tickings of a gestational clock. We can't move out until somebody wants our place. We can't seriously look for the next place until we have a buyer for our place. But Junior isn't going to hold on forever. We might be living in laundry baskets, dresser drawers and storage units before this is all over. Meanwhile, as Summer approaches, it threatens to get hot in our home. Baking.

We'll be sweating in more ways than one.