On top of that, Chris decided that we should completely move everything that was in one room to a completely separate room. Male nesting, maybe? I don't know. But whatever it is, it's causing me to seriously lose my shit. We've wanted to turn the basement into an office/family room for a long time by moving our super old hand-me-down couches down there and getting a nice new couch for the living room. Fine. I'm on board with that. I just wanted that done months ago...or since that failed, in a couple months. Instead, our old furniture is downstairs, and upstairs is a hodge podge collection of ugly pieces from his grandma's house. Like random chairs and I honestly don't even know because I haven't been home yet but I know what was at her house. DO NOT WANT. DO NOT WANT UGLY FURNITURE. DO NOT WANT UGLY MISMATCHED OLD PEOPLE FURNITURE. No offense, grandma, but your shit was ugly. I just want a nice living room. And it's now...the complete and total opposite. Chris promises it will only be like that for a month or two before we get a new living room set but A MONTH OR TWO ARE YOU KIDDING? He promises it's not bad and the new stuff is great but again...I know what was there and trust, there was nothing great there.
I don't even want to go home and see the insanity and the ugly and the huge mess. And every other room was put in complete and total disarray because of all this too. Except the nursery, which STILL isn't done but at least has some semblance of order. I might just curl up and live there for the next two months with the baby and just have him call us out when everything else is done.
UPDATE: Ok, it wasn't as bad as I thought. It's still a huge mess and I still have a panic attack looking at it, but his plans are solid and he assures me it will be okay. Breathe. Breathe.
You can't really tell in this pic, but she dropped overnight the other day. It's nice to have her ass out of my ribs.