Wanting a baby. Maybe.

Well, I've been lax on the posting, primarly because I'm writing another blog under an assumed name. (That sounds clandestine and mysterious, doesn't it? Not really. I'm blogging on behalf of my niece, Alexis, so that her parents and sundry others can keep abreast of her daily goings-on form many thousands of miles away.) But I've been lax also because, frankly, we're not trying to get pregnant. Right now, or not anymore? Well, I don't know. We've been so busy with Alexis and the upcoming move (next week. Yikes!) that we've honestly just been too tired to chart, too busy to worry, too forgetful to call Gatsby and schedule donations. I haven't visited Fertility Friend in so long, I don't even know many of the people there anymore. Besides, most of the ones who are much newer than I are already pregnant, anyway. And my feelings are mixed on that, like those of many people I know. I have to piggyback on Emilin's post about the advice you're offered when people learn you're trying to conceive, by saying that the only other thing in life about which people seem compelled to share their wisdom is buying a home. And guess what we've been doing?

Yes, hearing lots of this:

Don't buy a home, it's such a pain.
If you don't buy a home, you're a fool.
The housing market is great.
The housing market's about to go down the drain.
If you get an adjustable rate mortgage, you're a fool.
If you get anything but an adjustable rate mortgage, you're a fool.
Your home is in a crack neighborhood (this was from family members, though, so it really doesn't count as random advice. The house is not, in fact, in a crack neighborhood, for the record. It just so happens that not everyone in the neighborhood is white.)

We close on the house Monday, May 16th. Until then, I'm just holding my breath and plugging my ears, praying nothing goes wrong and then I will spend the rest of my life....giving unwanted home-buying advice to other rookies, I'm sure.