Roll out the carpet!

After a busy and mentally exhausting day at the office, I was ready to come home and kick it on the couch with the remote and DVR. I'm so thankful that when we brought home the carpet the other day, we left it in the dining room, right in the middle of everything. Why? Because when I walked in tonight, tired as hell, I felt excited to change into sweats, roll up my sleeves, and scrub the floors in the nursery so that I could finally get that carpet into the nursery. I grabbed Porch's Bose speaker and sang along with my running playlist (which hasn't gotten much love since we started IVF).

Everything has a new home now and things are coming together! The crib and dresser will be delivered Saturday and I am PUMPED. For reals. I love when I roll out of bed at night to use the bathroom and walk past the nursery (and I love that it's a nursery now) and see where the furniture will go! I can't wait to see it tonight with the carpet! It's the little things...

I mean seriously, doesn't that carpet just make you swoon?!
It's even better in person.
And a damn steal at $250! Woot woot for Home Goods!

I even cleaned out and organized the closet. I'm not sure how much room Baby Porch will need for clothing and whatnot, but I figure that very tiny clothing will fit into the dresser, at least at the start. Is this nesting? Am I doing it right (I'm just kidding)?

xoxo

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