Studio Moore

After the first week was over, Martin was due back to work. I had unfortunately had to start my maternity leave early due to round ligament pain. Which meant I was assigned the task of driving to all the hardware shops in a 20 mile radius to collect anything necessary to get our renovations done or be at the house to let workmen in. Martin headed to the house straight from work to put in a second shift. Thankfully our new microwave was in situ so he could at least eat his dinner while he worked.

The next few weeks flew by. The biggest task I was allowed to take on was priming & painting the interior doors and cut in some of the wall colours. Thanks to the huge support of family & friends we had our cooker installed, all our carpeted rooms painted, along with our sitting room & kitchen. Our shower was plumbed. Our white goods delivered. We were ready to move in.

The last thing I had to do was pack up our rented home. Despite the excitement of finally owning our own home & putting our stamp on it, this task was a lot harder than either of us thought it would be. We had spent 5 years in this home. We had lived here through Covid, had to postpone our wedding, still have a Covid wedding the following year – I even left for the church from this house. We suffered some of our highest highs & our lowest lows in this home. Leaving it was a lot more emotional then we had expected. Martin, knowing the sentimental eejet I can be, gave me no notice of the first night we were going to spend in our new home. He also insisted he was the one to do the final sweep of the rented home & hand back the keys.

With that, all that I had left to do was obsessively focus on getting our nursery room ready for our little man making an appearance in the next few weeks & making sure we had enough nappies for 3 years. After a week of settling in properly & getting used to waking up in our new home we were getting into the swing of it all. Tipping away at more painting projects. Unboxing our bits & pieces.   More deliveries of furniture. Getting to pick out new bedding. Searching Amazon for the ‘perfect’ animal themed picture for the nursery. Martin managed to get the nursery finished on a Saturday evening at the end of September (after a lot of hen pecking!) & then we settled down for the night to watch Ireland play rugby. We weren’t expecting what happened next!