I can't believe it is the weekend already. We only have two and a half more weeks. Eek! Today we hope to finally our tree mural and curtains up. At that point the nursey itself will be nearly finished. Although there is still that whole "get a crib mattress" bit we have to think about. But we plan on using a pack and play in our bedroom for the first few months anyway, so that can wait. I want to get some closet organizers.
I only have two more weeks at work. And next week I will be out of the office the whole week, so really it seems like only one week. Is it wrong that part of me is counting down the days until I am on leave from work rather than when our son will be here? Generally I like my job, but there are a few things where I am like "hey, that's going to be someone else's problem soon."
My other random thought is that I wonder what the mail/UPS guy is thinking. I was never the type to get to know my delivery person, even when I was in grad school and was home during the day. Until we got married and started receiving 2-3 packages a day. Then the UPS guy made a special effort to introduce himself and comment on all the packages. He was very nice and we worked out a plan for where to put packages when we are not home. Now I come home and again am greeted with a pile of packages. It is just making me think of that time right around our wedding when our mail also increased. It made me smile and was a reminder (as if I needed one) of how this is one of life's major events.
*Edited to add these pictures of our almost finished nursery.
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