The nursery is done. Our former study/second bedroom/room of stuff now has a chest of drawers, a cot and various boxes with baby things (clothes, nappies etc).
Me: So... we're done.
W smiles. I smile too.
Me: It's rather like being ready ultra early for a party - all dressed up and no one has arrived yet.
W: Kinda. Three weeks before I hit full term.
Me: I won't get the nibbles out then...
W: Eh?
Me: I was carrying on with the party analogy.
W: Oh, I see.
Pause
W: Of course he won't actually be in here until he's about 6 months.
Me: I know that.
(Inner monologue) Did I know that? Yes, of course I knew that...
W: (reading my mind) But we wouldn't want him to be affected by the paint fumes etc.
Me: Oh no, of course not.
We look around again.
W: I like this room.
Me: We've done a good job.
W smiles. I smile too.
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