When we found out I was expecting, my husband panicked! We lived in a one bedroom flat, compact and bijoux! My husband suggested we look at houses, and move, quick! We looked around, we put ours on the market, and crossed our fingers. Nothing, not a nibble. The flat was still on the market when Joseph was born. I promptly rang the agent and took it off.
So Joseph came home with us to our flat. And it's been wonderful. I haven't needed to have baby monitors, Joseph is always within hearing distance. Our neighbours have been amazing, Neil and Martin redecorated our flat, Rita had the generosity to give me her housekey and access to her freezer to store my breastmilk, and everyone in our street pitched in to raise money for Bliss.
I am not unaccustomed to moving, I have done it 16 times. My husband only 4 times, and he has lived here for 15 years. But we leave this place both with heavy hearts, and happiness. I am not sure how we would have got through the last 12 months without our neighbours. I am not sure how I would have managed with my neuroses and a larger house!
But it has come time to move, and the gods have been looking down on us. We didn't even put this house on the market properly when we got an acceptable offer. The house we really wanted was no longer on the market, but the exact same house, but a mirror image, was on sale in the same street at £10 000 less than the other house.
And it really is finally time for Joseph to have his own bedroom. The first few times the singing at 5 in the morning is cute, but now the novelty is really wearing off!!!
