Journey to the center of the... Nursery.

Over the last week, we've had a contractor in to add a door to the room that will become Baby's nursery.

Basically, our house is a giant C shape, with our bedroom being on one end, and the nursery being on the opposite end. It made for a very long trek between rooms. So, we decided that we could add a door beside our washer and dryer to provide easier access to the nursery. I don't know any of the measurements of our house, nor have I ever designed any floor plans, but I've drawn this quick sketch to illustrate what we did. Okay, so maybe our house is actually more a of Q shape? A donut with a tumor? The C shape sounded good in my head, but once I drew it I realized it didn't accurately account for our bedroom and bathroom. So I've added them on in the drawing below, but they're not quite such tumor-like additions in our actual home.

Anyway, as you can tell from my highly detailed and accurate drawing, getting to the Nursery involved going from our bedroom, through the laundry area, through the living room, through the kitchen, through the dining room, down the hallway, past the spare bedroom, then finally into the Nursery. This path seemed like a couple of miles long, and I couldn't imagine us making that trek multiple times in the night when we had a baby in the room, constantly waking and crying and doing whatever it is babies do that makes parents feel like zombies each morning.

From this equally accurate drawing, you can see that we installed a door in the laundry area, providing a far easier entrance to the nursery. Now we can hop out of bed, pass the washer and dryer, and immediately find ourselves in the nursery. So much better, right?

While installing the door, our contractor also moved the plumbing (so we could stack the washer and dryer and make room for the door) and also installed a ceiling fan in the nursery (where we previously had no overhead lighting). Before the hole for the door had been cut in the wall, our contractor had to make numerous trips around the circle/C/Q/donut to get from the laundry area to the nursery. He remarked that he fully understood why we wanted the door and agreed that it was a wise choice!

[In case you're wondering why we didn't just move into the spare bedroom and sleep right next to the nursery, here's your answer: Yes, it would have been less costly, and getting from the spare bedroom to the nursery is very easy. However, sleeping in the spare bedroom would have meant that, while we were right next to the nursery, we had to make the exact same, lengthy trip around the house to access the door to the backyard to let Mona out (see the door right next to the bathroom in my drawings?). That wasn't any less annoying for us.]

Now that's finally done, and all that's left is to clean up the dust left from the construction job and paint the nursery.

Oh, yes, and also assemble the crib. And put furniture in the nursery. And decorate it. And organize the spare bedroom and dining room. And clean the kitchen. And tidy up the living room. And clean our bedroom and make room for the bassinet. And clean the bathroom. And dust everywhere. And vacuum. And get a car seat. And bring the rest of the baby stuff over from my parents' house. All in the next six weeks.

...And have a baby.