Oh, it's on

This move, that is. I feel like Matt and I are throwing down our best game in the packing biz. (In true Olympic fashion.) We've now reached the "junk phase". The nice, tidy stuff is packed and now it's the ugly, odd-sized stuff remaining.

The master plan has been to move all packed boxes into our room...which is now almost unnavigable. This picture was taken two days ago and the boxes have practically doubled. Trust me, it's nice.














We have known about this move for eight long months, and now that we are a week away I am feeling so reminiscent of the last week or so of pregnancy. At the end of both of my pregnancies I have felt excited, afraid, uncomfortable, stressed, joyful, nervous, nostalgic, bittersweet and ultimately happy. Knowing that life will never be the same. But excited for the new life awaiting us. Just really confused. So here we are. Waiting for this move with the apprehension of waiting for labor. Sigh.

Today, as we've packed and sorted and packed some more, it's been crazy. Jacob and Nicholas have been underfoot throughout it all. And I've felt so annoyed at their presence. Just wishing I could focus on the task at hand. But tonight Matt and Jacob ran a quick errand and it was just me and Nico. It was just fun to spend time with him and not feel stressed to be filling a box at the same time.

What a stud.










































I can't wait to get to Chicago, unpack and get back to normal. I miss normal. I love normal.