pickles and a 30 day notice

We're going to be moving! Jon's sister was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis about a week and a half ago; she is responding to treatment fairly well so far, but their mom has decided to stay out there with them to help with her and her two kids. So, today, MIL asked Jon if we'd like to stay in her house. Of course! Our apartment is the nicest one I've ever lived in---I love seeing nothing but trees outside our living room---but it is a tiny, washing machine-less one bedroom. With the baby coming, a larger home would be very nice, but what really makes me salivate is that we'll have a washer and dryer readily available. To a mother who cloth diapers and has washed five loads of laundry in her apartment building's coin op this afternoon, this has huge implications!

We gave our 30 day notice today, so we're set to be totally moved out about a week before my due date. I think we're going to get hopping on it right away, though. The house is not very far from where we're living now; it's still in the cleanest area of the city, pollution-wise. We will be paying the mortgage, but that will still save us $100 per month, not even counting the expensive laundry loads we currently do.

Oh, and as for the pickles...I love them! The only other time that I have been able to sit and eat gherkin after gherkin was a few weeks before Tristan arrived...