I'm so on pins and needles right now. We made the offer, they countered, we countered their counter, and they countered again, and we accepted their counter. This was all yesterday. This morning the contract has been written up and the inspection appointment has been made. We need a termite inspection as well because this is going to be a VA loan. The money part, that is the part we are waiting on. It's on the bubble. Brannon took a lot of the marital debt when he and his wife divorced, so now the debt to income ratio is a little...off? The numbers are ok our lady tells us, so we'll see. I am about going nuts. Honestly, it's the not knowing that is the worst. I can deal with the answer, but not knowing the answer is the hardest.
I had to buy new bras this weekend. I have grown an entire cup size since my surgery several months ago. I've also gained 15 pounds since the surgery. Brannon tells me that's what good love'n will do to a person. Anyone who knows me knows that I've been trying to gain weight for years. And lucky for me, it all went straight to my boobs. I had been talking to Eric last week and told him I needed some new bras. He asked me if my size had changed and I told him no, I think I just needed something a little different. Apparently I lied. Because when I went to put on the new bras in my normal A cup, I was spilling out of them and then some. So I bought B's, and those are perfectly filled up. I couldn't believe it. They are perky and nice and just as lovely as they were before I nursed two kids. I guess I don't need that boob job after all. And if you buy the right bra that gives you just the right lift...I'm looking pretty good. Brannon says my ass has never looked better. Yay me.
Just thought I would give a little update, and the update is, I have no idea what is going on. And it's about making me insane. If I can just through this day, if the end of the day comes and we have an answer, I'll be better for it. Of course, I hope it's the answer I want, but I realize it might not be. :S