Thank you to everyone who sent wishes of congratulations by comment or e-mail or just good karma (I see you, damn lurkers!). There's nothing like getting knocked up to bring out the good in the internet. I should have unprotected sex more often.
Speaking of which, I shaved my legs yesterday morning, and for one very good reason: my husband arrived in town. It had been three weeks since Claire and I left Nashville to set up our house here, and his presence has been missed terribly by both of us. We've been waiting and waiting and waiting.
In the days B.C., Ron and I could tolerate fairly long periods of separation with a little sadness but no desperation. We traveled on and off independent of one another, and did so without too many tears or frantic phone calls to come home soon. Now, however, with the requirement of single-parenting and the general sense that we are all in a much better head space when the threesome is intact, these periods can't be over soon enough. I know that there are many people who have partners who travel for long intervals on a regular basis, people whose spouses go serve in the military for months on end, and parents who go it alone all the time. Let's just say I am not cut out for that kind of gig, but you have my utmost respect.
The other exciting thing that happened Friday is that I got a phone message from our real estate agent that said this: "It's 4 pm on Friday and you no longer own a condo in Nashville." Ron had closed our side of the paperwork on Thursday, but there had been much confusion about when exactly the buyer would get his shit together to close. In light of this chaos, multiple powers of attorney had been required -- one to Ron for me, and one for both to our agent, just in case -- and, well, wasn't that fun. But the deal is done and the money should be in our account Monday morning. Thank goodness.
I am loving Charleston so far and commanded Ron today that he should find a job here because I don't want to move and don't want to leave. Of course, we were at the beach, and the sun and the waves and the cute if underage surfer boys may have been influencing my opinion at that very moment. But, frankly, I'm charmed. We'll see if the honeymoon lasts.