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We're all alive and well here! I'm sitting in my living room, alone, as Matt's out with some friends tonight. Ambrose is in bed. My work is done for the day--and I mean it's *really* done. This feeling is a bit foreign. Since my last post, we've found a nice young couple to rent our condo, I've put my 8 1/2 months pregnant self into overdrive and packed up all of our belongings (by the way, moving is 3 times as much work after you have a kid. No more of this 'three-car-loads-and borrow-your-friends-pick-up-truck' business. Your possessions multiply by like 12 when you have a baby. Make note of this.), we've moved into our new house, painted the living room, stripped wallpaper and painted the kitchen, and are officially completely UN-packed. Thank goodness for nesting hormones, and restless pregnant legs that make you hate sitting down so much that you'd rather just stand up and unpack 5 more boxes. :-) So, that leaves me here tonight, in my new house, feeling a little bit fidgety. There are no more boxes to tackle, no more cupboards to clean out, no more drawers to de-clutter, no second coats of paint that will just have to wait til tomorrow. Seems like a good night for labor...ha. (Kidding!!!!!) That's what I've been up to. I'm kicking myself for not taking before and after pictures of our new place. It's just such a quaint little house--old, with lots of pretty, wood floors and trim. I'll put up the after pictures, but they'll be less enjoyable without the before shots. Other than that, Ambrose is being cuter than anything. He roars like a tiger, dances to the church bells that we hear periodically throughout our day, and has a great affection for climbing. On everything. Less than a month to go before baby #2 is here. My body feels like it's 90 years old, and I keep having to remind myself that I feel that way *because* I'm pregnant, or I find myself thinking that I just feel way too tired and crummy to have another baby.