Baby moved into her room last night (though I'm going to sleep in a single bed next to her cot for the next few weeks). In hindsight, the timing of the move wasn't the best - but then, just about any time is a bad time for a baby to be moved from the master bedroom to what was previously the family storage room.
I thought we'd have trouble with the move, when Baby didn't fall asleep during her buggy ride, timed to coincide with all the furniture moving. After over an hour of being pushed up and down the neighbourhood's bumpiest streets, Baby stayed determinedly awake. Then she screamed herself silly for the last twenty minutes before conking out. Not a good start.
Then it looked as though the storm was going to make it hard for her to fall asleep. The gale force winds had not only blown over a whole section of the corrugated iron fence dividing our property from our neighbours' - it was trying to blow the fence back up again too.
In the end, she did fall asleep in her new room. Only she woke up about three times before midnight and about five times after midnight.