This is a bit of an odd one. Not sure it belongs in relationships but don't know where else to post it. My head is in a bit of a jumble and I would really appreciate some thoughts as to how to sort it out.
This is all to do with a potential house move.
The story starts at the beginning of this summer. Three of our sets of friends and neighbours on our street all decided for their own reasons to put their houses for sale and to move. In a moment of idle curiosity, I started thinking about the possibility of moving and if we did so, where we would go. DH, DS and I live in the house we bought 9 years ago. 3 years ago we completed an extensive renovation and extension project and the house is just how we want it and beautifully finished. However, it is not a big house and DS's toys are definitely taking over. Also, I am now pregnant, and with two DC the house would not be impossible, but it will start to be crowded and require some careful rearrangement and storage solutions.
My idle curiosity about where we might move to led me to see a house that I instantly became obsessed with. It is significantly larger, is in a nice area, and is usually within the catchment area of a school that I would love to send DS to next September (this is a bit of a gamble as the catchment area has on some years contracted to much closer to the school, but I think we have a decent chance of getting him in there). The downsides to the property is that it is a bit closer to a busy junction than I would really prefer, and significantly, it is a real 'doer upper' and will need a lot of work and money thrown at it over the next few years. However, I really enjoy DIY so this is not too daunting a prospect.
The house was initially on the market for much more than we could hope to afford and I tried to put it out of my mind. However, I couldn't let it drop and found myself waking at night thinking about it. This lessened a bit when it went under offer and was taken off the market, but I still couldn't stop thinking about it. However, a month or so later it was back on the market and the price had dropped a bit.
By this time, DH and I had been thinking a bit more about following our friends' lead and moving. As much as we love how our house is now, it was never intended to be our 'forever' house. We started looking around but were not seeing anything that excited us in terms of property or location. I convinced DH to go and view this house that I was still obsessed over, thinking that maybe at least once I had seen it I might be put off by its disadvantages and be able to drop it. However, that didn't happen and seeing it still made me want it. DH also saw the potential and was up for its challenges. We then put in an offer significantly below the asking price. This was rejected, but the vendors did come back and say that they would accept an offer that was significantly lower than the current asking price. Having done some sums, spoken to our mortgage company etc, we realised that provided we get a good price for our house we can in fact afford it!
So, our beautiful, but small, house is now on the market. And surely I should now be excited and happy? But the reason I am posting here now is that every time I now think of moving to the new house I get this knot of anxiety in my stomach and nearly feel sick. I don't know how to understand it. Is it just the thought of undertaking the work, living in a house that is less than wonderful, tying up our finances etc for a number of years, all whilst juggling a new baby? Or should I be listening to what my gut is telling me and abandon the idea?
Sorry for the essay, and thanks for reading it. I would appreciate any help in sorting my head out.