Praying for a Miracle

 
Last year when we were faced with unknown hospital bills and the prognosis of our tiny Katelyn we decided to put our home up for sale. It was a tough decision for me. I like our neighborhood and I don't see anything wrong with the house. It is a bit far from Hubby's parents, office and both the girls and my doctor, but the commute has always been manageable. We can't exactly jump in the car and get something from the grocery store but that doesn't bother me. We are now on our second Realtor trying to sale this house. Our first realtor was a very nice person but not very enthusiastic. We had little showings and no feed back when we did have someone walk through. We decided to go with a younger realtor that Colt knew in January. Within the first month we had triple the amount of showings than with our previous realtor. I was excited and hopeful that we would sell soon. In March we had our first offer. Sadly it was for 20k below our asking price. Every counter offer from that guy was more ridiculous. Eventually He wanted 10k below asking us to pay closing and the jerk wanted our couch, washer/dryer and the fridge. I was furious. We turned him down of course. We got another promising offer about a week later. This young family seemed gun-ho and we went under contract. We made an offer on a great house in Sandy and I began packing up things that were cluttering the house. A week went by and we hadn't heard when there would be an inspection or what was going on with their financing. In the contract we made with the house we wanted the sale was dependent on our house closing. For some reason not hearing from someone who wants to buy your house can make a person nervous, right? We had good reason. At the last possible moment the buyers of our house backed out. The reason they gave was because they didn't like the backyard. Shouldn't you have thought about that before going under contract with us!!! Both Colt and I were so angry and disappointed. Now I had to clean the house and stop packing and get back to being on call for strangers to snoop through my closets and rooms. Worse was the fact that we had to give up the house that we both loved in Sandy.

STILL 

Here we are back to square 1. I am NOT loving this. I hate having to leave for people to walk through but worse when they don't show up. That is our current problem. We have had lots of appointments to see the house but we are also having a lot of no-shows. Talk about being frustrated. Come on people! This has become a nightmare. I hate hearing from other people that their homes sold in 24 hours or they had 8 offers in a week. What is wrong with our place? There is a park in walking distance, it's a great family neighborhood with lots of kids and a brand new elementary school. (sigh) It is equally hard when there are 2 realtors in our neighborhood that have NEVER brought a client to see our house and yet they are asking if we have sold or not.
I can't help but be frustrated. I am ready to move. I am not happy about the whole process of showing and waiting. Our latest offer was good but just not enough. We still have to pay off our original loan and we don't have 30k to do that. I am getting desperate and frustrated. I am ready for a new bigger place. I am lucky that I haven't been too sick so far with baby 3 but we are only at 9 weeks and I already feel huge. Time is ticking. It seems that I need to pray for a miracle of a different kind than when Katelyn was born. I'm not trying to belittle the fact that others are in desperate need for medical miracles because I am praying for those individuals. I have so many prayers going out for so many people. I just need a little oomph to my own prayers, maybe for selfish reasons but every little bit helps.
Thanks for letting me vent. Send me positive vibes so I don't freak out, I'm already on edge more than normal. Thanks friends.