After seven months of moving, visiting, packing and unpacking cars, house sitting and camping, we are finally moving into our new (rented) home this weekend. And as Big Brother put it, we are going to stay there for a long long time.
Its going to be lovely - wee cottage by the sea with a big garden. Who would have imagined 12 months ago things could work out so perfectly. Hubbie is happily installed in permanent job (hooray), boys happily settled into play centre, and me, well, I am happily eating everything I can and getting fatter by the day. Just hitting 30 weeks pregnant there is no denying the inevitable now - I absolutely have to sit down to put on my socks.
There's a precious calm after the storm. Do come and visit us sometime for a quiet cuppa sitting on an unpacked box.