//This is me on my last day of work with the boxed contents of my cubicle sitting outside my office building and waiting for Sean to get the car//
Almost two years later, a few months away from being done my degree, we're pregnant and we're moving to a new home.
So here we are surrounded by boxes of our own belongings, taking pieces of a house we have called "home" for the past 5 years, and getting ready to move everything and everyone (1 teenager, 3 dogs, 2 cats).
This is the first house Sean and I have shared together; it's the house we lived in when he proposed; and also the home where we hosted family and friends for brunch the day after our wedding. More recently, it's where we found out we were going to have a child. Finding out about our surprise pregnancy was both the shock of our lives and one of the happiest things we have experienced together so far. For two people who weren't interested in having babies, we're doing ok! We're doing more than ok actually, we're ecstatic (now that the news has sunk in!) and excited about this miracle. Yea, we have our freak out moments, but all in all we'll be fine. Freak out moments are normal in any new situation.
I'm both scared and extremely happy about moving to our new home and growing our family with an extra little human.
Only 8 days until moving day.