Too many words.

It has been a frustrating few months. That house we went under contract on in February? Still not moved in. Turns out it never had a certificate of occupancy (even though it's 5 years old) because there is a bit of grading that needs done in the yard and there are two back decks that need to be built to bring it up to code. We have been not-so-patiently waiting for slow city workers and even slower bank workers (it is a foreclosure) to cut through all the red tape and get it done so we can close.... And we're still waiting. With a baby coming in just a few weeks, my patience has been thin. But we love the house, and it's such a good deal that it's worth the wait. So baby boy will be born without any of the baby supplies I was sure I needed with my last two babies (everything we own is in a storage unit completely inaccessible). I'm hoping it will just be a lesson in how superfluous a lot of those "things" are anyway. He'll have diapers, a pack of white onesies, and his mama to feed him. Hopefully that covers it for the first few weeks or months. The positive side to all of this has been the immense gratitude I have come to feel. When I get frustrated, I can't help but roll my eyes at myself and remind myself how many people would do much more than wait a few months longer than they'd hoped in order to be able to raise their family in a beautiful home in a safe and beautiful neighborhood. Tough life I have (sense the sarcasm). I have parents who have let us overstay our welcome in their home and have never once made us feel unwelcome. They are my heroes. And I have a beautiful baby on his way, who will not care or even know that he doesn't have his very own perfectly decorated nursery or a different outfit for every day of the first year of his life. He will know nothing more than that he has a family who Loves every ounce of his teeny little self. And that's what matters.