I know Logan is on his way. Why else would I spend my precious moments leading up to Brody's bath ripping carpet out of the baby's room? Nesting is a crazy thing. I've had 39 weeks and 4 days to prepare for Logan's arrival, but tonight is the night that I decide the foul-smelling carpet in the nursery closet needs to come out... AT PRECISELY THIS MOMENT. It was an easy task. Tomorrow I'll pull up the tack strips and then for however long we're in this house we'll live without carpet in that closet. Because while I'm really good at starting tasks, I'm awful at completing them and I have no doubt that I won't lay new carpet in that closet until it's time to sell.
Nesting is a crazy thing.
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