So… You’d think “she’s been away so long she must have given birth already” well… you’d be wrong. The baby seems totally comfortable where he is and doesn’t seem to have any plans to arrive any time soon. Which is annoying because he’s not even here and already ignoring me. The thing is though, If I was the baby, and I heard how lovely my mother has been lately and how patient she has been and how she has not at all been irrational, emotional, mental or incoherent I would be so excited to arrive!

I have not been wallowing in self-pity (at least not all the time) for the past month. I have actually been moving into our new house. We moved in while my husband was away (totally convinced I was going to give birth the second I was 37 weeks if not earlier) because I knew had I given birth before we moved in there was no way I would have done it. When my husband arrived and saw that the whole outside of the house was still a construction site he was less than impressed that we moved in so soon.

He soon got into the spirit of things though and before you knew it the house was filled with activity and boxes and more dust and things we had no idea what to do with. The amount of junk we have accumulated in the last, nearly, 10 years is impressive. What is even worse is that a lot of what we have accumulated is not junk! It’s stuff we want to keep. And seeing as the design of our house is modern and probably not very clutter friendly (and not big enough to hold all our clutter) we are in a bind!

We are trying as much as possible not to store too many things but we don’t have enough walls to hang our paintings or enough shelves to hold our books and those are the two most important things I don’t want to send to storage. We will have to find some sort of solution. Every space of free wall is being scrutinized and I am coming up with new and interesting places to put books.

We had so far one major leak, some electricity problems, a funky smell we couldn’t find the source of for a week and of course problems with contractors. But right now, as I sit in my living room listening to the construction workers right outside my window discussing God knows what in their native tongue, I look around and I feel happy. Alhamdullilah. I love my house. And I do not regret moving in even though we wake up everyday to the sound of banging and sawing and we end every night cleaning a film of dust that settles on EVERYTHING because of the work around the house, knowing that tomorrow evening the dust will return and every evening after that until the outside of the house is finally done.

Every day there are less and less boxes and the place looks more put together. The kids are over the moon about their bedrooms. The baby’s room could possibly be the most boring baby room on the face of the earth (it’s grey and white and I love it) but I have added colored cushions from zara home (If you call blue and white and grey colored) and will buy some wall decals from Kidorable (amazing children’s shop in Nujoud shopping center) which will make all the difference.

I’ll leave you with an image of what my evening will be all about.

Oh the irony! Keep in mind I am sitting in the middle of the room so there is an equal amount of books behind me as well!