proof is in the pudding

bun in the oven and a whole up above

there's a bun in my oven, and it's ready for the timer to go off any time. crazy, exhausting and emotional times right now, fuelled by hormones and the need to get my nest feathered and ready for our little arrival. there have been several hindrances to this process recently, all beyond my control, including the husband's leg smashing through the nursery ceiling. days after we spent hours and hours furiously cleaning, covering all surfaces in dettol and eradicating all dust and detritus from the area. alas, it was futile. 100 years of filth came pouring through the gaping casum above.
ive never heard him swear so much in my life.
accidents will happen though, so this particular debacle is now being put firmly behind us and I'm focusing on picking new wallpaper for the now much-needed refreshing of the rooms decor. every cloud...