stay hungry, stay foolish
Almost all moved ouuut. It’s amazing how getting out of that fucking house has changed my mood entirely. I haven’t had a panic attack. No anxiety at all. All I have to worry about now is where to put my damn furniture. We’re supposed to switch rooms with Leo then we can finish unpacking and have more room for the crib and bassinet. I want to find out the sex of the baby already so I can NEST again! :)
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