Was I bigger 2 weeks ago?

According to this picture I was not bigger two weeks ago, but have actually grown. However, from just looking down I don't see any difference whatsoever. So there you have it. I haven't grown...although according to my updates from Baby Center, the baby has doubled in size in these past couple of weeks...which would probably explain why I've been eating us out of house and home.

Before posting this picture, I asked papajama over and over again if it looked like my butt was showing even though it isn't. He looked at me like I was crazy probably thinking "how can it look like your butt is showing if no one can see your butt"...men...they don't get anything. He says "no, of course not." But I'm not so sure...Anyway, it really isn't showing, those pants just fit weird these days.

We were supposed to close on our house on Friday. It didn't happen. In fact, now an hour before our contract is set to expire, we still don't know if we're getting it at all. The lender says everything will be fine, the realtor isn't so sure, and papajama and I are just positive that we're not shelling out another penny. If that means we lose the thing, we lose it.

I'm in a kind of funk about the whole thing. I was so sad this morning. I had been okay about the possibility of losing the house. Thinking that we would find the right one for us, and all that flowery stuff about how things will work out for the best...blah de blah blah blah. Then I looked at the listings online, and I remembered why we had jumped at this house. It was one of the only ones that had mainly cosmetic work to be done on it, and that wasn't a ranch. Don't get me wrong, ranch houses are nice, but papajama and I were looking for something with a little more character...some pizazz. It just isn't so great if this house falls through our fingers...

But we're sticking to our guns this time. We're not putting out one more measly dime in order to secure this house. We got burned really bad last week when we found out that the house might be a no go. We were sitting waiting for our final walk through at the time, and got the call while gazing at our new home...that's not the time to tell someone that things may be slipping through the cracks. Turns out our loan people didn't read the paperwork closely enough the week before and hadn't realized there was a problem (WTF!? right?). So now, we're down to crunch time. if we don't hear back that everything is a go in mere minutes, we're pulling the plug. One of those things that I've heard expert poker players say is that you can't keep playing because of the money you've already lost. That's money under the bridge. You just have to play based on the cards in your hand. The cards in our hand say that we can't trust the people who are telling us that if we pay a little extra to get things held over until tomorrow, that everything is going to be okay. Everything was supposed to be okay last week, and it wasn't.

The bright side is that we hadn't planned on moving right away, so we weren't all packed, and we hadn't given notice in our house now. So we're sitting pretty with a roof over our head. It's just such a disappointment.