How time is NOT flying...or is it?

Holy busy-ness.  We have been going going going and yet, it doesn't feel like that much time has passed.  Well what have you been doing you ask.  Well I'll tell you I say.  We moved into a new place, which is almost directly across the street from our first place.  It was a little sad to say goodbye to our first place we lived together, but maybe it's just the hormones, and anytime I feel nostalgic I suppose I can just look out the window.  We were so excited to find this place we maybe jumped into it a little too quickly.  My parents came out to help us move and after they had slept here for a couple nights we realized we had a laundry list of things that needed to be fixed.  So the last three weeks have been filled with handymen, plumbers, and a little bit of elbow grease.  I'm happy to say it's much better.  I feel a lot better about not getting carbon monoxide poisoning while I'm sleeping in our pitch black cave of a room.  Which is good because it's been COLD!  And I'm not just whining, it snowed in Burbank.  I know right? 
Last weekend Brian, Steve's brother, came up and helped us move the furniture into the baby's room.  So fun!  She now has a crib, dresser, bookcase (from Ikea that me and my HUGE belly put together all by ourselves and only managed to put only one thing on permanently upside down) and a glider my wonderful sister gave us.  I'll put pictures up when it get's closer to being done.  So we've been super busy but I feel like I'm going to be pregnant forever.  I think this is some funny game God is playing with me.  I've never been a particularly patient person, just ask Steve.  So what could be worse than having to wait all this time.  Each day is a new kind of torture.  This better be making me a better person.  And if I'm doing my part of the bargain this little girl better do her's and be here on time...