First, in mommy-blogger news, Hulk is totally recovered. No runny nose, poop is normal, and he slept last night from 8 PM to 6 AM. Not a peep all night.
And Aaron is back! He is going to pick up Hulk at daycare tonight, and I can run a few errands. And I won't have to sleep alone tonight.
In 'you knew it had to happen eventually, Cece is freaking out about the babies', news.... I've really been on the ball about things. Cleaning out the yarn room to get ready to start fixing it up. This weekend, I'm going to pick up that nursery set. The smart, practical woman in me knows that I should be doing this. Working on things while I feel good and have energy. Picking up the nursery set before the woman realizes what a steal I'm getting for them and changes her mind(and avoiding me having to go through the drama of ordering them). But then. I look at the empty room, and think - what if something bad happens? Looking at this empty room is going to tear me apart! Moving my stuff back in will be heartbreaking. Knowing I have a whole nursery full of furniture... shouldn't I wait?!
Sigh. I'm going to move forward. It's going to be fine. It's just sad that those thoughts creep in, you know?