15 10 2007

It’s been very frustrating to me that our current living situation (military housing) doesn’t allow for the coming baby to have a space of his own. There were three of us when we moved here almost two years ago, and that meant we only qualified for housing with two bedrooms. Which was fine. But it’s so small. (There is no place in this apartment where you can fart and not have it heard in every other room.) And we have so much stuff. We are crammed into this place as it is.

Jeff got a new job that he’ll start in March. This new job is with White House communications, and accepting the position meant re-enlisting with the Army for another four years. It also means he’ll go from a 6 minute work commute to a 6 day work commute (the Beltway and surrounding DC Metro area traffic will either kill you young or throw a brick through your rear windshield, one of the two; it is EVIL), probably regardless of whether we move closer to Bolling AFB or not. But staying in this apartment for another looooong 48 months, with four of us smooshed in here instead of three, is an idea neither of us can stomach.

In the three and a half years we’ve been married, we’ve moved three times. Every single time, the army did it. Meaning, they paid for a moving company to come in one day, pack up everything we owned, ship it either overseas or to another state, and then unload all our boxes at the new place, and even put together a lot of the big ticket items (like beds, shelves, coffee tables, entertainment centers, etc.) for us. And finding a place in which to put all that crap involved nothing more than walking into the housing office, informing them of Jeff’s rank/grade, and them saying, Ok, then this is where you’ll live. The end.

Now we are about to move (in a few months), and it is of our own volition. We could stay here. But we don’t want to. We’re tired of living in military housing, and we need more space, and it’d be nice to live a little bit closer to where Jeff will be working. And because we’re moving when we don’t absolutely have to, we don’t get the luxury of having it paid for and basically done for us. So for the first time, we are looking for a place together. And ohmygoodness, as the rest of the world already knows, it is Stressful. But, I’m trying to look at the bright side and keep a positive attitude about the whole thing, because the alternative– if Jeff hadn’t gotten this job, he’d be deploying to Iraq before month’s end, leaving me with a toddler, and nearly 8 months pregnant– SUCKED.

However, those infamous nesting instincts kicked in this weekend, and we spent a good deal of the time cleaning and rearranging things to make room for baby as much as we could in our little shoebox. Like I said, it’s frustrating that we don’t have a space that will be all his own, that I can decorate and prepare and make cute for him. I wanted a little bassinet to put next to our bed for his first three months, but the price tag on the one I like doesn’t match up with the amount of use it’ll get. The ones that do are big, ruffley, unattractive things that I’d rather not spend money on. Since Ethan got about 80% of his sleep in the top bassinet part of his Pack ‘n Play when he was an infant, we’ve just decided to put that in our room… somewhere… and skip the bassinet purchase.

We also moved the rocking/gliding chair out of Ethan’s room and into ours. In a corner. You can’t get into half of the closet because the chair is blocking the door. Our room is now so full of stuff that you have to literally suck in your breath so you can fit in between things. Which means that I can’t go into our room at all, since sucking in my breath somehow seems to have the affect of making my belly even bigger, which is odd.

Ethan’s room is now completely rearranged, so that the crib/converted toddler bed is now packed up and being stored in his closet (there’s nowhere else to put it!), he’s sleeping in a real big boy bed, and he’s finally got a dresser. As I type this, he is sleeping peacefully in his big boy bed, sans pacifier. Yes, we decided that now was a good time to give it another try. He’s doing really well; he asks for it (it’s only been a few days) at nap and bed time, but I just tell him that he is a big boy now, he sleeps in a big boy bed, and pacifiers are for babies. He accepts this, and has been telling anyone who’ll listen to him “I a big boy!”. A couple of times when he’s informed me of this, I’ve responded by asking, “Well then why don’t you use the potty, big boy?” but he doesn’t seem to have an answer to that question. Oh, well. Perhaps I need a new game plan. What do you do when both “Hey, Ethan, do you have to go use the potty?” and “You will sit on this potty and not get up until you’ve pooped or peed, young man…” don’t work? I even bought him some cool Marvel underpants! If that is not motivation, I don’t know what is.

But as far as getting ready for the baby, that’s about all I can do, really. I’ve still got lots of little tiny outfits to wash and fold, and a car seat to buy, but other than that, I guess we’re ready for his arrival. In the meantime, we need to find a new place, so that we can pack up and move when he turns two months old. I am looking forward to the packing and moving with a toddler and a two month old as much as I am that 6 week postpartum check up. Which is to say, NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT.



3 responses

16 10 2007

Wow, good luck on the move. Glad Jeff is not going to Iraq, though! I’m sure you’ll find something that fits your family and is a better commute. I drive into my office an hour and a half each way and it sucks the life out of you. Luckily, I only have to do it twice a week, but if it were more, we’d be moving too. The stress of that commute and time wasted that could be spent with family just isn’t worth it.

And yay for the no pacifier. I am terrified of that day.

16 10 2007

No matter what stage of life you are in, moving just sucks. You just need to stay focused on the end product: more space and saner commute.

In the meantime, can you rent a small storage unit to stash some currently unneeded stuff in? It’s an added expense, but it could help save you sanity…

17 10 2007

AndreAnna: Fear the No Nap Day more. We’re currently on Day 3, and I’m LOSING MY MIND.

aliasmother: That’s a good idea. It hadn’t occurred to my pregnant head. I’m going to look into it, I think it’d be worth the money. Thanks!

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