We're running out of weekends

Last night before going to bed I made a list of things I wanted to get done today. Right at the top was "Clear the shed", followed by an optimistically long list of follow-up activities that seemed achievable after a bottle of Old Speckled Hen.

Today I cleared the shed.

OK, so getting up at 10.30 then having a nice brunch wasn't exactly flying out of the blocks, but the shed turned out to be a more formidable opponent than I had counted on. But by this evening most of its former contents was in the tip and the things we decided to keep were looking much more presentable.

It's a chain reaction. Emptying junk from the shed makes space so that I can move in things from the conservatory, which makes space in there to move in some furniture from the living room, which in turn makes space in the living room... which we will need for Bump. Life in a 2-bedroom house requires a merciless streak as we throw things out to make space. It's a slow process but the phrase "we are getting there" is being uttered increasingly frequently.

I feel like everything is starting to come together. The buggy has arrived, the nursery is finished (bar the back of the wardrobe!), the travel cot and bouncy chair have arrived, the baby monitor and the baby carrier (courtesy of Hayley's friend Bev) have arrived. And some time within the next five and a half weeks a little person will arrive with no knowledge of all this preparation and no concept of just how much we've been looking forward to meeting them.