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We made it! Clive and I moved in the majority of our belongings last night and I haven’t stopped organizing and unpacking since. I don’t think I even got six hours of sleep last night. It’s 5:30pm, and I’ve been doing laundry since 8am. I’ve washed everything our baby will wear and have organized everything into size, and hung up all of the stuff he’ll (hopefully-ahem-unlikely) fit into when he’s born.

I’ve put aside some larger stuff for when he’s a month old, but because I only bought 20-some baby hangers from a woman on Kijiji (who did not make eye contact with me, instead just gawked at my belly the entire transaction), I’ve had to store them in a basket.

I’ve washed and folded all of his blankets, face cloths, recieving blankets and burp cloths and stored them in another closet. I imagine that once he’s born, the closets will not ever look this good again.

All of the larger clothes have been washed, folded, organized by size, and stored in a large container. My god, this kid has a LOT of clothing.

The rest of the house is in complete disarray. Too much stuff in some rooms, not enough stuff in others.

The child is getting large. He does not like it when I bend over and squish him even more. Sorry baby!