Times are changing

Things have been changing so quickly. Last weekend Steven's twin brothers moved into my apartment and I (obviously) moved out. They moved in so that I wouldn't have to break my lease (how nice of them). So, I'm not completely moved out and they are not completely moved in... that won't happen for a little while longer. They're trying to find a place (that's bigger than a 440 sq. ft. studio) and Steven and I are trying to figure out what we're gonna do. He already has a bed (duh), so I can't move mine yet and just things like that. We spent all last Saturday and Sunday driving around looking for homes to rent and apartments that will allow a 50+ lb dog. We've found lots of neat places but we've not made any decisions on whether we're gonna move or just stay where we're at. But I do know that we'll have to decide soon because his lease is up at the end of this month and his brothers have already told us a few times that they want to move in more of their stuff, which means I have to remove mine.
So this whole last week has been really good, seeing as I moved in and we kind of had to make the adjustments immediately. Really, there weren't many adjustments to make. We were pretty used to each others little habits anyways, and the ones that we weren't used to haven't been so big that there's been any problems, yet. We both work all day and then he plays and I take care of Logan and then after Logan goes to bed and he's done playing we hang out until we're so worn out we can't stay up any longer (and with me being pregnant that seems to come sooner than later for me). But all in all things are actually moving pretty smoothly. There are some little glitches here and there but they've all seemed to work out some how... maybe not the way we were planning, but they work out none the less. I know I'm happy. I feel at home.