We had a family wedding this past weekend. My brother and his family came in from Boston, and it was a great week together. Lots of time with people we don’t always get to see, too! And with most hugs came the question: “So, how much time is left until baby is here?” I answered “eight weeks” every time, and by the time I got home, I was in full panic attack mode that we weren’t ready for Imogene to be here … in eight weeks!
I started clearing out the room that used to be Roman’s. The boys have been sharing a room for a few weeks now, but I hadn’t gotten most of the toys where they needed to be yet. But I did it. Holy moly, did I do it. The closet is now filled with washed and ready-to-wear little girl clothes, and the room now echoes, as it waits to be filled with the crib and a glider and all the other stuff that comes along with a newborn baby girl.
I believe they call this “nesting.” Man, did I nest the heck outta that room.