We have movers coming to our house in two weeks. Two weeks. And while I can now say we’ve officially begun packing (finally!), I’m still overwhelmed with all the stuff in my house. Which now includes a multitude of flattened boxes. I have no clue where we’re going to stack them as they start to fill up.
Hubby’s job in these last two weeks is to packpackpack. Of course, he started off slacking, as he hasn’t packed a single thing today, though he claims he’s done lots of other things, moving-wise. I don’t think looking for an apartment was on the list for today, either. So if we do manage to get all our stuff to Canada, we may not have a place to put it.
I keep telling myself it’ll all get done. Somehow. And Hubby is annoyingly unconcerned, as always.
In non-stressful news, Thumper is more active than ever, and it’s super fun. The other night, we were out running errands, and when we got in the car, this song was playing:
It’s by one of my all-time favorite bands, and Thumper was totally rockin’ out. She’s definitely my kid. The dance party continued almost all the way home. Totally awesome.
She also loves it when I eat. At my first-ever baby shower this weekend (which I will write about after my second-ever baby shower this Saturday), she went crazy for chocolate cake. She loves clementines, too, which is one of Hubby’s favorite foods. So we’re finding out all kinds of great things about her before she’s even born.
Although, I do have to say, it’s weird to pick up the tiny (and very girly) clothes I was recently given and think that there’s actually going to be a baby to put in them in a few months. Still blows my mind.