Specifically, baby furniture. I have some. Not just some.
I have a crib.
A real live actual crib.
It’s even set up. In the “baby room.” We still can’t call it a nursery. Because we are ninny’s.
Here it is (please don’t mind the rugless floors and curtainless windows, it’s a work in progress):
This is what I’ll have to take down, should it all go to hell again.
BTW… baby’s heartbeat rocking out at 150 bpm. Yes, I checked before AND after assembling the crib.
AHHHH there’s a crib in my house!
Must now go update Facebook to please the hubs…