Looks like we made it. Look how far we’ve come my baby.
Ah, the wise words of Shania Twain. Nauseating singers aside, we really have made it to the last stop before birth. And what a journey its been.
It feels as if time is beginning to accelerate beyond my control. The list of things we need to buy and do gets longer, not shorter. Suddenly the vast ocean of time that was ‘the rest of this pregnancy’ is reduced to a trickle that could stop at any moment.
We have been after the “I Love My Bear” range of furniture from Toys ‘R Us for some time but it’s always out of stock. We have phoned every store in a one hundred mile radius to be told pretty much the same thing “We’re expecting stock at the end of November” then “We’re expecting stock at the beginning of December” then “We may be getting a few units mid-December but they are already sold”.
We finally admitted defeat Saturday after a trip to Kiddicare forced the realisation that a 4-8 week delivery period would, on the outside, only leave us five weeks before our estimated due date. Five weeks. Five short weeks.
We ordered the “Kidsmill” Susannah range there and then. It’s a beautiful set of matching furniture that should last for years. It comes from Holland and they assemble it for you when it’s delivered.
I finally got around the painting out our middle room. That’s no mean feat when it’s stuffed with objects that can’t fit anywhere else. We have the carpet fitters due this coming Friday to finish it off so we can finally move our office in. It feels like the whole house is in disarray. The garden is full of black backs and old furniture, the hallways are stuffed with Christmas presents for family members. The middle room is full of my weight training equipment, clothes and decorating paraphernalia. The office is literally half full of binbags containing god-knows-what.
Our unborn child is like a tiny pebble in a pond. The ripples have affected the entire house and our lives. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.