807 A

*Here's a post I started in the summer. An ode of sorts to our apartment at 807 A.

We have lived in the little old apartment complex for the past almost 3 years of our lives. And for the most part it has been good to us.

This is the apartment where Jamo and I will have lived the first 3 years of our marriage, the place where we've gotten to really know each other. Like how Jamo talks constantly in his sleep; or how he will leave the room and turn up the volume on the tv if you are throwing up; the way he is ticklish while awake, but never when he sleeps; the way he claps his hands really fast when he gets excited.

This the apartment that Jameson spent most of his college career in. First going to the community colleg; and then upgrading to a the big boy school, UMSL. It's were he spent countless hour doing homework, while I sat and tried not to bug him in the other room. It was staying up with him while he pulls all nighters at the end of the semesters to try and finish papers and projects. It was sitting at home, pregnant and jealous, while he went abroad to Costa Rica. And it was that realization that all of it was about to end, that the end was in sight. And it's where he graduated.

This apartment is where I longed and longed to have a baby. But waiting, always waiting for the right time. Always knowing that that little baby would be my boy, my baby boy, my sweet baby James. And then it happened, in this apartment. Pregnant. And I waited while he grew. And I loved him as he grew, knowing him, never having met him. And I knew I couldn't bring this little child into this apartment.

This apartment, that was perfect for Jameson and I, was not perfect for the three of us. And so two weeks before my baby was born, we moved to the next town over and settled in this third floor apartment, with a room just for him.

But that silly old apartment was home. It's the place in my heart of the beginning of all things. Young, poor, in school, in love, playing house and loving everything. That was Brookmount 807A.

Quick Update on Moving and Such Things

A quick update while I eat my pb&j (mmmmmmm).

So we found out on Wednesday that we have been approved to move into the apartments that we were looking into. And that we can move in on Monday! Needless to say, we're pretty excited.

And so we have begun the packing. It really is a decent way along and going well. And we have to have it all done by 5:30 on Monday evening, when people will show up and help us load all of our stuff into a u-haul, drive it across two cities and lug it up three flights of stairs.

We've also been getting rid of some of our furniture. We either don't have enough room, or would like an upgrade from our craigslisted mess of a house. So the oversized chair is gone. The kitchen table is sold and picked up. The futon is leaving tonight. And the couches have been posted on craigslist for sale.

And along side all this moving madness I find that I am 9 months pregnant. I also find, that I am not quite ready for this kid to come, still a few things we need to do. We still need to tour BJC. We still need to figure out how to install our carseat. We still need to pack the hospital bag. And we still have to pinpoint and stick to a middle name for him.

And lastly, to be noted, they have Mtn Dew Pitch Black out in stores for a limited time. This makes me very happy and makes life kind of worth living.