Well, we're all moved in to the new house. Which is amazing. I have never before lived in a place that I have absolutely no complaints whatsoever about. There is nothing that I would change. I am never, never moving again (well, until we're ready to buy a house, I guess. But that's going to be awhile! So I'm never renting anywhere else again).
My nesting instincts have taken over hard-core. We've only lived here for 3 weeks, and there's not a box left in the house. So, we're working on finishing up with the baby stuff and we'll be all ready to go.
Technically we still have a little over 3 weeks before he's due, but I'm seriously betting he'll be here early. Just a hunch, I suppose. All we have left to buy is nursery furniture (we're getting to that! And anyway, we have a cradle and a car seat, which are the only things that you really, really need before they're born. I mean, they'll let you bring the baby home from the hospital if you don't have the changing table set up, right?)
I'm very, very excited. And I'm feeling really good, surprisingly. I did get 12 hours of (almost uninterrupted! a miracle) sleep, and he's in a fairly comfortable position, so it's been a pretty pleasant day.
I have nothing exciting to say. Does this mean that things have settled down and that I should be grateful? Sure, why not?
