And it was tough.
Thankfully, we had Shelly and Mark and Megan's husband Dan to help us, because I was pretty worthless. I guess being pregnant and moving is technically pretty easy, because no one wants you to lift anything, but I was just as tired as if I had moved the whole house myself.
We're slowly putting the house together- I told Ryan it would NOT be like last time where we had the pictures hung the same day we moved in. I will get around to it.
Anyway, we're getting used to our new place. I don't love it. I loved our old house, but we weren't about to deal with the crazy landlord after the house got out of probate. So we are here. And I am dealing. At least I love our furniture and that spruces anything up! No really, I'm making it sound bad and it's actually fine. We're still in Huntington Beach, so we're happy. I just really miss our old place so I'm having a bit of a pity party. On a funny note, Ryan and I did not realize when we picked our place that we are right in the middle of a Vietnamese neighborhood. In the morning, they are all outside doing their calisthenics (not in workout clothes. Always in nice clothes) and none of them have cable- they all have antennas on their houses. Other than the early morning calisthenics in their big hats, they stay inside ALL day... It's a very quiet block! (luckily we have some little kiddies at the end of the block to liven things up).
On the brightside, maybe now I'll learn how to cook Phở.
Here are the pictures from week 17 that I never got to posting and a picture of Ryan and I at Jeff and Hannah Rodriguez's wedding:
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