Pushing Property in LaLa Land

The drive to LA was long and tedious as usual, about 360 miles in all, but somehow it seems to feel shorter each time we drive it. I had a migraine when we started the drive, one of those headaches that normally lasts two or more days. I forgot to take pain pills with me. When we arrived, one of the fist things I had to do was to get my real estate sign up on the yard. The signpost is metal and requires the use of a sledgehammer to pound it into the ground. Despite soaking the ground first, and the use of a piece of wood to protect the metal, each strike on that metal somehow bored into my brain. There was so much to do last night, in preparation for today's broker tour, that I worked til 12:30AM and then dropped into bed exhausted.

This morning wasn't any easier. I was up , drill in hand, by 7:15AM. I had three does to bore out, first with the drill, and then with a coping saw. Then there were plants to pot for the front door, real estate signs to clean and set up. And then I also had to make the house appear as though no one was living there. I think I jumped into the shower at 8:50 and was dressed, amazingly, but 9:00.

That is how my day started.

Days like this I swear that I feel like Annette Benning in American Beauty when she said, "I will sell this house! I will sell this house!" That's sort of the attitude I've had to take with this task. I mean, whose balls do I have to tongue to sell this house?

So today I discovered that the broker tour isn't a huge event, like it is in the Bay Area. I think I had 10 or so brokers and agents come through the door, a handful of regular folk, and a few neighbors stopped by to chat. The comments were mostly good. Very good in fact. Big relief after all of the work that we'd done on the house.

It's a bit scary selling a house so far away from home, but the agents here have been, for the most part, warm and inviting and have actually offered to sit my house open (of course hoping to snag a buyer or two in the process). I've never experienced such willingness to assist in the Bay Area, where the real estate business is very cut-throat. I'm sure it is here, too, as someone did steal my real estate sign here a few months ago, but I still can't be sure that it was an agent, and not one of the silly neighbor kids.

So for today, except for moments when a few of the neighbors stopped by with their children, I have been able to keep my mind at bay over our failed IVF cycle. I have an appointment with my Gyn next Tuesday to talk about removing my fibroid, and then my follow up with Dr. Moustache is the next day. My blood tests from DB's should be in by then with the exception of the DQ-alpha, which can take a few weeks to run. We are hoping, anxiously, that this myriad of tests that we just ran will shed some light onto why I'm just not getting to implantation.

See, and you thought I was going to get through this post without talking about infertility. ;-)

I am not going to have much time to check in on you guys until I get back home, but I hope that there is nothing but good news to read on Monday.