As easy as 1, 2, 3...

Day one we found the flat.

Day two we signed the contract.

Day three the test was positive.

Then it all began... the trousers getting tighter, the scans moving from bean to peanut to a baby-shaped mass of dancing limbs and waving hands, the gasps and smiles as we told people. It's a very strange thing when you realise you are responsible for what will be a new life; a new human being. Strange and ultimately terrifying when you consider the responsibility you have taken on; the amount of worrying and learning you have committed yourself to and the thrilling open horizon of what your life will become.

We're excited. Let the next stage of our lives begin.

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  1. HH InternationalMarch 9, 2011 at 10:38 PM

    Hello,

    My name is Kristen and I am writing to you from an American television show about people buying homes abroad. I came across your blog and I thought I would get in touch to tell you a bit about our program and see if you might be interested in being on our show.

    House Hunters International tells the story of people who have picked up their lives and moved to foreign and exotic locations to pursue a new life. Being on our show is a lot of fun for our participants and a great way for them to document their exciting search for a home and new life abroad.

    We’re currently looking to cast people who have bought or are currently looking for a home abroad. If you fit this qualification or know anyone who does, I would love to tell you more about the project. You can contact me at househunterscasting@leopardfilms.com.

    I look forward to hearing from you!

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