Moving our way to sleep.

Me: No freakin' way!

Husband: We got it?

He says to me with a questioning tone in his voice, like even he doesn't believe the words that are coming out of his mouth.

Me: We got it!!

Husband: We got it!!

Holy shit, we just bought a house.

It kind of dawned on me, whilst cursing the Elmo I just stepped on and collecting crayons from in between couch cushions, that maybe our townhouse was a little small. We were, after all, expecting another little one in less than nine months time and both husband and I knew first hand that kind of "baby-stuff explosion" that happens in every square inch of space. Baby #1 had literally taken over our tiny place-I couldn't open a cupboard without something multi-coloured flying at me. Every surface, every shelf, behind every cushion and in every drawer, there was evidence of baby. Our two bedroom had been closing in on us for quite a while and now was the time to act. And sell. And buy. Groan.

Selling our house was chaotic and stressful and one huge emotional endevour. It had only been on the market two weeks before we sold to the Koks (No, really. I wouldn't make this up). We were elated, overjoyed, and could finally breathe a sigh of relief knowing we could then search and put in an offer on our dream home. Riiight. If only if were that simple.

I could blog about Toronto real estate all day. Lord knows I can definitely bitch about it all day (and have done so to friends, co-workers, family, the dude at the bus stop, etc...). Here's what a typical showing would look like: See home. Observe that home is smaller than current home. Note that said home is $300 000 more than current home. Bitch. Leave home. Commence tears.
We did this, nearly 3-4 times a week, for almost 2 months. Husband and I began thinking that maybe, just maybe, we had done an awful mistake. We decided to venture even further west, only to face more disappointment there. Sure, it was a great house, but the nearest store is a drive away, and I'm pretty sure our neighbours are of retirement age.

Just when we lost all hope-and I mean we were going to lose our home in just a matter of weeks-we found a beautiful, detached brick in our fave neighbourhood. With nothing to lose, we bid high, said a little prayer, and assured one another that we probably wouldn't get it, but at least we are learning along the way.

Well, we got it. And we are beyond happy. The only problem: we close October 7th. Baby #2 is due November 1st. Nothing like the stress of another move to kick start labour.