They tell you about it on the blogs and in the articles... women talk about cleaning out closets, spring cleaning, organizing drawers, etc., and that it's some sort of "need" that pregnant women have as they get closer to the end of their pregnancies.
Well I have it... whatever you call it, the "disease" or "need" or "infatuation" or "obsession"... Whatever it is, I have been in the nesting phase for at LEAST a month.
Now I am not a fan of Spring Cleaning... or frankly, cleaning for that matter. Someday if I get a big fat commission check I will probably need to hire someone to come sanitize and dust my house every other week or so. But I LOVE LOVE LOVE organizing, rearranging, building, painting, and I have done plenty of that!
The basement has been cleaned out (and messed up again dangit). The living room is painted. Several closets have been cleaned. Drawers have been sifted through and junk has been thrown away. Master bedroom is rearranged AND painted (Yes, the pregnant lady has been fairly active and moved a teeny tiny bit of furniture by herself. BUT she did it very slowly and carefully and took plenty of potty and snack breaks. And Rae is just fine. And honestly, physical activity has been a much better stress reliever than Zoloft.).
And I've had the paint for the baby room picked out and ready to go for SEVERAL weeks... we're doing a deep chocolate brown, with maybe a purple wall or two. It's going to be zebra zebra zebra. And adult zebra, not kiddy zebra. I love stuffed animals, but I want her room to be "classy chic" and crisp looking with some baby "stuff"...
For some reason I keep delaying the baby room... It's almost like I feel like if I start on it, I'll never want to do the rest of the 9 million projects I currently feel like I "have" to do before baby arrives (that includes an almost complete kitchen remodel, very cheaply done of course but HGTV beautiful!). And yes, we have been a "bit" stressed in this household lately... not so sure painting the baby room would have been the most fun experience, and I WANT it to be fun.
But I think we are ready. The crib is here. Rae is kicking away. Daddy is bringing home donuts for breakfast every day (It's such a wonderful gesture, but he doesn't seem to remember that he's not the one who suffers from stretch marks, Mommy is), and Mommy is getting more and more excited every single day.
If this pregnancy has taught me anything (and all the events that have transpired along the way), it's that I am not in control and I don't need to be. Rae is going to do her thing and cause me cramps and aches and queeziness... and she'll be here on her own time. Life is going to stress me out and push me to my limit and make me cry out for help, and there's really nothing I can do about it, but get STRONGER... God is going to force me to lean on Him whether I would really like to or not... and everything is going to be okay.
So, as random as this post is... I'm still here. Waiting, surrendering, praying, LAUGHING and smiling, feeling for kicks, drinking coffee (half decaf), eating donuts, cleaning (some), and NESTING NESTING NESTING.
Pics to come!
