We have relocated. Again.
This time, only down the street about 15 minutes instead of an entire new city but moved nonetheless.
As the resident pregnant lady, I didn’t really move anything. I directed. I pointed and I smiled.
I am happy. This is a dream home. It has plenty of space for us to grow into and growing we most definitely are doing.
I’m also nervous. It’s a big home. It’s an old home. It has a pool. It’s a grown-up home. Luckily, I have the most handy husband and he will ensure we are taken care of for sure.
I’m at the office right now and one of the ladies that had a baby is here with her 4 week old (gotta show him off!) and listening to his little squeaks of crying is pretty. darn. cute.