Go, go, gadget... checkbook!

So, after searching for 4 months, we've finally found the right house. Our house. It IS true that you know the minute you walk in that it's the right house. Knowing it was THE ONE, we put in an offer, reading every word of the offer to purchase before signing it, wrote a chunky check for earnest money to show we were serious, entered into negotiations lasting 3 days and, finally, went under contract. We've gone to the bank, been approved for the loan, ordered and paid for the appraisal, too.

But tomorrow begins the next step of our home-buying journey: the inspections. Expensive, yes. Daunting, I know. Between the general home inspection, the termite inspection and the radon inspection, I'm wondering if we shouldn't be hiring an inspector to inspect the inspections. Oh, wait... that's us.

So, Mr. Checkbook, be prepared because you're getting a work out tomorrow. And don't think it's going to let up anytime soon. This is just the beginning of your go-go-gadget-ness. Over the next 20 years, you'll need to bend and stretch in unimaginable ways, performing magical feats of flexible greatness. Because, you see, we're also having a baby.