When I went to the hospital to have Gabriel, I was being induced because he'd had a drop in his heart rate, and when I became visibly agitated, my OB assured me that if the induction didn't go the way we were hoping, the doctors would probably send me home. I spent the first few hours of the induction in a state of denial, and I kept repeating to Josh and to the doctors and nurses that we weren't really having a baby, I was probably going home. After a few hours of this, the OB on call finally turned to me and said, "Honey, you are NOT going home. You are having this baby, one way or another, TODAY." She left the room and I immediately burst into tears, because WHAT THE HELL? We're having a baby?
That is how I feel right now. For the last two weeks I have been telling Josh and anyone else who would listen, that we were just testing the market and would probably not get any offers and this certainly didn't mean we were selling the house. We were just going to try listing the house and see what happens.
One hour after the end of the open house, we got an offer. For asking price. With no contingencies. They only gave us 2 hours to respond in the hopes of avoiding a bidding war, so we accepted.
As my realtor keeps telling me, there are many steps between today and closing day, but I once again burst into tears as soon as she told me the details of the offers because I guess we're selling our house. And I really wasn't ready.
I'm thrilled to have an offer, of course, and thrilled at the possibility of starting over in a new place, but for now I'm weepy and feeling like I'll never love another house the way I love this one. Still, though, we're so lucky to have this opportunity. Let's hope something good is out there for us.