I told Tom the other night that I am almost halfway done and his response was,
"That's not right. The baby's due in MAY!"

He kept insisting it wasn't right and I just kept saying, "I'll be 20 weeks in less than three weeks... a pregnancy is 40 weeks."

Finally, it clicked and he was equally astounded.

I'm starting to get antsy for my ultrasound now because I'm feeling the need to get moving on the nursery. I'm actually sitting in that room right (a.k.a. "the office") surrounded by boxes taken out of the closet so that I could get to the gift-wrapping supplies that were underneath everything. This is truly going to be a monumental task with much Freecycling involved. Yesterday, I got rid of two cd racks. Now I just need to get to work on the two giant boxes of cd's.

I turn to my right and I see a closet full of Tom's old baseball cards and baseball equipment, as well as other odds and ends. Behind me, a large, somewhat useless table. To my left, a somewhat unsteady Ikea bookshelf filled with books Tom will never look at again. Such great titles as: "Managerial Economics", "Economic Liberties", and "Financial Markets and Institutions". (sigh)

Overwhelming... add to that this room (actually, the whole upstairs except for Ben's room and the bathroom) needs to be painted, BADLY. Kind of makes me wish I had more than 20 weeks to go... but not quite. ;)