April 7th
Normally, just to hang a picture in our house, I have to ponder the placement of the frame for a month (or six), and then wait for a time when Matt is home so that together we can figure out exactly the perfect placement for that one nail and Matt can bang it into the wall with his hammering expertise.
I guess something takes over when I become pregnant, because just a couple of weeks before Claire was born I took it upon myself to hammer 20+ nails into the wall to get these letters hung. I can't believe I did this myself. I mean, just thinking of the potential for the letters not to line up straight makes me feel ill. Thankfully I did a pretty decent job, if I do say so myself.
I guess I'll have to get pregnant again if I ever want my house to be fully decorated...
