We've been married seven and a half years and have managed to have nine different physical addresses (not completely in order):
Moody, AL (x2)
Columbus, GA (x4)
Finally, we've found a house we love and are excited about settling into and raising our family. We'll move into it in two weeks, just days before finding out the gender of baby #3. Funny how everything is thought of in relation to the pregnancy. I guess that's my timetable now. Speaking of pregnancy, I don't feel pregnant. Maybe it's because this is my third child and my body is so drastically different this go 'round. Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm trying to keep up with two toddlers all day long that I don't have time to think about it. I haven't felt the baby move yet (I'm 17 weeks) but sometimes I'm not really sure what I'm feeling. "Was that a kick or was that Mitch's elbow in my side (in bed)?"
I'll email our new mailing information next week so get that white out or label printer ready! A friend commented to me last week that my spot in her address book was the messiest due to all our addresses changes. Hopefully this is the last one for a good while.