I have been feeling super spazzy about getting the nursery finished. I still have 12 weeks (supposedly), but I'm sooooooo impatient. I'm also feeling really picky about the things that we put in it, so picky plus impatient make for a lot of anxiety (poor Mitch). Thus far, we have accomplished painting and acquiring two (used) pieces of furniture.
Most days, I find myself sitting in here at some point, thinking about what kind of parent I want to be. Mitch and baby Buster eventually join me.
Sitting in here, I've realized that this is the best room from which to hear the chickens. The coop is right below the window, and the window is single pane. Greta likes to sound the alarm in the morning. I think she thinks she's a rooster. I like to think that our daughter will like waking up to the sound of chicken bellows and demands for food. Plus, we've already painted, and I think Mitch would divorce me if I ask him to move the coop. So she better like it.