Our nursery furniture is in. Luckily the store is very, very nice and will be delivering it after we return from vacation. Guess I ought to start moving the office...and then PAINT the nursery!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
*edit: I am ready, however, to start putting away the baby stuff that is accumulating in piles around the house.
Yikes! Three times the fun?
2 comments:
Oh yes...nothing like a little "the baby growing inside me will soon be out and for the next 18 years will be my responsibility."
Yeah, way to remind me of that!
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