"I'm not sure what I'm planting in the garden next year," I said last night. "But I should probably act like we're going to be here an extra year."
"Well, maybe it would be a selling point--but then, if things are bad enough that a vegetable garden is a big selling point, we're probably not going to be able to sell the house."
"My mom asked me about that earlier," Eric said. "She wanted to know if we'd considered the economy regarding our plans to move. I said of course we had, we're not idiots. Only not in those words. I said yes, we've discussed it. That we've been discussing it off and on for months."
"Did she bring up her contention that we'll never move? Or that we won't come back?"
"That was the other mother," he said. "But no, she didn't mention that. She was just asking if we'd thought about it. Especially if we're going to be spending all this money to try to make sure we have a kid soon."
"Moving with a newborn would not be fun," I said. "Neither would moving while eight months pregnant."
"Right. So next year is going to be complicated."
"I think..." I said. "I think we're probably going to end up staying an extra year. But I'm not willing to give up yet."
"That's fine," Eric said. "We'll wait and see. We could always put the house on the market and see what happens. And maybe things will get better after the election."