It was a crazy weekend. We spent most of Sunday rearranging what felt like half of the furniture in our home. Our house has three bedrooms–Tadpole’s, Roo’s and mine, and the room that has been Roo’s art studio (and also held my crafting supplies and an exercise bike). For a variety of reasons, it makes sense for Tad to have the studio space, and for Sprout to have the room that was his bedroom. So we had to move Roo’s studio stuff into our basement, Tadpole’s bedroom furniture into the former studio, and Sprout’s crib, changing table, etc from the basement to Tad’s old room. Fortunately, Roo recruited two of the maintenance people from her work to help with some of the lifting and carrying.
Roo and I are still exhausted, and we’ve been realizing that it’s not just from the zillions of trips that we’ve made up and down the basement steps. The whole moving process also brought with it a huge list of different emotions that we’re only now having a chance to sort through:
- Relief at having the furniture-moving project crossed off of the pre-baby to-do list. There’s still quite a bit left to do–Sprout’s room is currently full of a lot of odds and ends that need to find new homes, and we need to acquire a few major things (including a new dresser for Tad). But compared to the big move those all feel manageable.
- Terror and delight at the idea of the smallest bedroom holding a baby again. I have so many memories of sitting in the glider in that room holding baby Tad. Some were moments of cozy bliss, and others were times when I was completely overwhelmed, frustrated and exhausted.
- Bittersweetness about Tad growing up. Roo peeked at him after he was asleep tonight and remarked that somehow he looks even bigger in a bigger room.
- Fear of losing parts of our not-just-parent selves now that they don’t have a formal space in the main floors of our house. What does it mean that our exercise bike, Roo’s art supplies and my craft supplies are all now in our unfinished basement? This is a tough one for both of us.
- Joy and excitement that we’re finally going to meet this new little person. The fact that she has a crib and a room of her own makes it all feel more real. We’ve been waiting for more than two years to add another child to our family, and we’re getting so close to finally seeing it become a reality!
I feel like lots of my recent posts have been about feeling All The Feelings, but I guess that’s where I am right now. This is a major life transition so it makes sense that there would be excitement and fear and sadness and joy about all that it may entail.