I've been watching the property market in Brighton for the last few years. The holy grail is a period house close to the station, with a decent sized garden. this is a combination that just doesn't come up, and dh is ultra picky about architecture so vetoes places for stupid reasons like bay windows.
Now that I'm five months pregnant with dc2 and moving would be rather insane, a house that ticks all the boxes has come up. Aaargh. And it's a total do-er upper. Double aaargh. We are booked to look at it next weekend. I know I will want it. Should I stop this madness right now and just accept that now is not the right time to leave London, where I have a great support network, live over the road from a great hospital where I had dd, where we already have sufficient space and a nice house and dh can be home in time for dd's bathtime, and plunge us all into house renovation hell with a long commute for dh, no support network, and a new baby?
Or should I grab this opportunity to make the Brighton dream happen and somehow muddle through the next year or so?