SOLD! via Facebook?

Yes! The house sale is official (well, as of Monday when our lawyer receives the waiver from our buyers), and we are seriously excited! But it also got me thinking, will the internet gradually take over how we sell things?

I’ve bought and sold many things via Facebook. The classifieds on Facebook are vast and so user friendly. With the housing market being hot up here, and there being a shortage of housing… I looked at our options and decided to first list the house on Facebook. Why the heck not? What’s the worst that could happen, it doesn’t sell and I need to get an agent? But if it does sell, then I would be saving us over 10k in commission. Yeah, ten thousand dollars. I’m willing to try for that kind of savings.

And lo and behold, it was a success. The first weekend we had 3 different people look at it, and it just so happened that someone I know was looking for a house and saw the ad.

Now, I’m not saying everyone should do this. I’ve bought and sold a few times now, both using an agent and privately, so I’m pretty comfortable with the process. I’m also a stay at home parent so I have a bit more flexibility in my schedule to show a house to people, and I have a great lawyer who I trust to handle the transaction properly. That being said, if you have time on your side, it’s worth a shot!

It is very interesting to see the way the world has changed in my lifetime, from scouring newspaper ads and garage sales to being able to sell something as large and expensive as a house on a social media website. What’s in store for the next 30+ years?

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Birth stories

When someone like This West Coast Mommy asks for people to submit their stories, I often wonder what kind of mix she gets. My experience in mommy groups has often been that the people with long labours, or more traumatic stories will talk, while the people with ‘easy’ labours tend to stay quiet because we are often bombarded with choruses of ‘oh you’re so lucky’ and then they go on to essentially one up how awful theirs was. Same goes for post partum sex stories, toddler stories, basically, anything regarding parenting. You get told all of the worst stories and very few of the good stories. Is it any wonder why so many people are terrified of having children?

With both of my kiddos I had really good births. I come from a long line of women who handle pregnancy and birth children like it’s nobody’s business, and I’ve been lucky enough to carry this ‘gene’ as well.

For the purpose of this I’ll talk about Odette since she is my most recent labour. Aside from some stress caused by genetic testing at the beginning, my pregnancy was uneventful and birth was much the same. I used a Midwife again, but chose to birth in the hospital since my husband isn’t comfortable with the idea of a home birth. Also, the hospital is only a few blocks away, and very small, so it’s not stressful getting there.

I always make sure I let the midwife know that my family births well, and births quick, and since this was my second the midwives instructed me to call them as soon as I think it’s the real deal. My due date came and went but I wasn’t concerned since my first was 10 days late, and everything was going just fine. I had some contractions in the evenings but nothing lasted. Then at 5 days past my due date, I woke up just before 4am with a contraction. I was pretty sure it was the real deal but waited for a few more before waking my husband up and telling him he wasn’t going to work that day. I went downstairs and let a few more contractions pass before calling my Midwife and my doula to let them know. At about 5am I sent my husband over to wake my neighbours up and got my toddler ready to head over (I’ve mentioned in previous posts that I have the best neighbours ever, this is just one example why!). I also sent a text to a friend who is an OB nurse to see if she was on shift, and told her we would be on the way soon.

When my Midwife arrived she checked me right away and I was 5cm dilated. My contractions were quite strong and close (1 min long, 5-10 minutes apart) so I made the choice that we may as well head over to the hospital. I let my doula know to meet us there, and my friend was on shift so they were ready for us.

Now, just because I labour fast doesn’t mean that it’s easy. My contractions come strong and quick right out of the gate, so it’s pretty intense. There isn’t a lot of time in between to rest. This time I chose to spend my labour on my hands and knees on the hospital bed. My doula coached me through the contractions and my friend stayed in the room to coach as well, despite being near the end of her shift. My water still hadn’t broke and I remember my friend saying ‘as soon as that breaks the baby will come quick! And she was right. Once my water broke, within) 18 mins I was fully dilated and then 20 minutes later, at 7:54am, my baby was born. I had no drugs and spent a lot of time yelling’ I can’t do this!’ but with the help my birthing team I made it through. In total my labour from first contraction to birth was just over 4 hours.

Baby was 8lb 9oz but was nice to me and didn’t cause any tearing. We did skin to skin right away, and she latched on to the breast easily. She was happy and healthy and we headed back home before lunch. Honestly, I felt better after birthing her than I had in the final weeks of pregnancy.

So there you have it folks, not every birth story has to be a bad one! Good ones so exist šŸ™‚

Everything’s coming up Milhouse

Yep, that’s the first line that popped on my head recently when Dave said it felt like things were coming together too easily. I swear the Simpsons have a line for every life situation.

We have accepted an offer on our house, conditional on a home inspection which is next week. We sold to people we know and we are sooooo excited for them. I think they will love the house as much as we do, and be great neighbours for the couple next door (which was really important for us, because we have the best neighbours in the entire universe). They are seriously the best buyers we could have hoped for, and it makes the fact that I’ll miss this house just a bit easier.

We also found our next house. It’s a nice backsplit in a small town, walking distance to the arena, soccer fields, park and splash pad. It’s also only seven minutes down the road from my parents, which is super exciting. Lucy will have lots of gardening to do this summer, and chickens to tame… And I’ll get pony time much more often! I can’t even contain my excitement.

So, in the words of Bart Simpson, “Thereā€™s only one thing to do at a moment like this: strut!”

Cat’s out of the bag

So I am sure most of you assumed there was a reason behind selling our house beyond ‘we want to live closer to family’.

We DO want to live closer to family, but we aren’t making Dave commute just for that. As most of you guessed, Dave has accepted a new job. He didn’t have it officially signed and his resignation in until the end of last week, so we were being pretty vague with details when anyone asked.

It was hard keeping quiet and basically telling lies of omission to our friends, but we needed to have our ducks in a row. So, sorry friends, I really do strive to be honest with you all 100% if the time!

Dave’s new position is an entirely new opportunity and direction for him, and I think he will really enjoy a change of pace and new challenge. He excels in everything I’ve seen him try, so I’m very excited for him!

The excitement, the stress

So any of you who read my last post know we listed our house for sale. It’s super exciting but a bit nerve-wracking at the same time.

We already have potential buyers but no firm offer yet, so we’re still floating in that place of not being quite ready to buy the next house. That being said, today we went house shopping.

Anyone that knows me knows I don’t like shopping of any form. That applies to houses as well. I know lots of people actually like shopping for houses, but I find it a bit annoying. Inevitably every house I like, my husband seems to find fault with. I swear we couldn’t be further apart in house tastes and desires.

We looked at two houses today. It’s funny what a good real estate agent and camera can do for a house. Based on the MLS listing house #1 looked much nicer than house #2. In reality house #1 was quite worn, and house #2 was quite lovely. I could really see myself in #2.

Unfortunately house #2 has an offer conditional on the sale of the buyers house, and without a firm offer on ours, we can’t really do anything to bump them out, so here we stay in limbo.

I know realistically there will be other options, I’m just antsy to get back home.

Chchchchange

Hi everyone,

I’ve been pretty quiet on here, we’ve been busy bees around here. We made the tough decision to list our house for sale and we’ve been busy getting it ready and attempting to keep it clean (which is tough with a toddler).

There’s varying emotions involved with this decision. We’ve been in this town just over 4 years and the house for three. It was my husband’s first house, and the house where both of our babies came home for the first time. We’ve had wonderful neighbours too, and have met some really great friends. But all chapters in life come to an end, and we’re ready to make a change.

We have lived 1.5-2hrs from my family for around 5.5 years and we are ready to be close to them again. My kiddos LOVE grandma and grandpa, and their aunts and uncles. They don’t love the drive to visit, which is entirely understandable. So, we don’t have a place yet, but ours is up for sale and has had quite a bit of interest.

Hopefully soon I’ll have a more exciting update for you all!

Nostalgia

nosĀ·talĀ·gia
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.

I am a person who often basks in feelings of nostalgia. It’s not that I dwell on the past per se, but I’ve been lucky enough to have many good times and good memories in my life. Certain songs like Blackhole Sun bring back happy memories of spending time with my oldest brother, certain smells trigger the comfort of my mother coming home from work. I love the warm and fuzzy feeling that comes with these memories, and reflecting on the happy memories. In fact, when I’m having a crappy day or my anxiety is inexplicably high, I often seek out these triggers and feel much better.

This week, for no real reason, my anxiety has been through the roof. It might have something to do with just being busy and kids being crazy (it has taken 3 days to finish this post), but it’s been driving me nuts. So my solution has been to sit down with a tea, and finish the sewing I have to do. It’s relaxing, calming, and makes me think of my grandmother. She had 8 kids and managed, so I try to channel her strength and grit whenever the weeks feel long.

Next stop, a 90s alternative play list. All should be right in the world after that.

I’ll try my best to write again soon!