Delivery yesterday was shockingly near the beginning of the window (9-12) & when the truck pulled up at 9:30, I stood excitedly at the window to watch the furniture arrive. Yes. I was that excited. I hid in the living room while the delivery guys assembled the crib & didn't peek at all until they were gone. I wanted to see the finished product. Amazeballs, y'all. Now every time I walk past the room, I have a surge of excitement (we're already almost halfway through this pregnancy) and sheer panic (there's going to be a tiny human in that bed soon). We love it. What do you guys think?
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