
I have officially entered my third trimester! I am relieved. Every week I get closer I feel better about the chances of the baby being born healthy! The worried mom thing sure kicked in fast!
You hear about all these crazy things that pregnant women do, and you think "I'll never do that" but then your body takes over. I am not naturally a clean person, but my husband has been working hard over the last ten years to make me one. Once the third trimester hit, it was like this foreign nesting bug took me over! I have been cleaning out closets and drawers that were long over due! I know it has been way too long, because today we went on a crazy sorting binge to take things to good will and an old teaching ID from 2006 fell out of the purse I was donating!
Beside having crazy urges to get organized, it is such an amazing and exciting time. I think somehow being pregnant is a slight beacon of hope for people. Yesterday I was standing at a crosswalk opposite a couple waiting for the light to change and the woman was clearly pointing at me and talking to her partner about my belly. Upon crossing, she stopped me on the street to tell me how excited she was for me and that she hoped she was just like me one day. It reminded me that amazing things that are happening to me as I go about my day. I can feel the baby move on and off all day now. When I am lying down you can even see him kick and drag his heal (or some body part) along my belly!
You hear about all these crazy things that pregnant women do, and you think "I'll never do that" but then your body takes over. I am not naturally a clean person, but my husband has been working hard over the last ten years to make me one. Once the third trimester hit, it was like this foreign nesting bug took me over! I have been cleaning out closets and drawers that were long over due! I know it has been way too long, because today we went on a crazy sorting binge to take things to good will and an old teaching ID from 2006 fell out of the purse I was donating!
Beside having crazy urges to get organized, it is such an amazing and exciting time. I think somehow being pregnant is a slight beacon of hope for people. Yesterday I was standing at a crosswalk opposite a couple waiting for the light to change and the woman was clearly pointing at me and talking to her partner about my belly. Upon crossing, she stopped me on the street to tell me how excited she was for me and that she hoped she was just like me one day. It reminded me that amazing things that are happening to me as I go about my day. I can feel the baby move on and off all day now. When I am lying down you can even see him kick and drag his heal (or some body part) along my belly!

After debating for a long time whether or not to find out the sex of the baby, we gave in to our curiosity. As you can see from the rather graphic picture, it is a boy!

As the clock ticks, the nursery begins to take shape. First we had to get rid of all of our guest room and office furniture that currently occupies the "baby room". Then we had to sort a ridiculous number of files to condense them into out new mini office. It looked like this awful mess for a long time.
Then it was project time! We haven't worked on a good messy project in our house for a while so it was kind of fun. As most 90 year houses do, we have plaster walls which means there are cracks. So I started by plastering over all the cracks. Wait a day and sand. Then we painted. Back when Justin didn't know if the baby was a boy or girl, he was fairly impartial to everything baby. So I picked out the paint color, and crib color, and changing table color myself. Then we found out the baby is a boy and out came the involved Dad in him. So after the first coat of paint it was decided that we needed a new color. We also sent back all the furniture I had and got a different crib and changing table and ...Yes, I am kind of complaining, but in the end I am happy that he is involved now. Paint again, and then take a deep breath.
Then it was project time! We haven't worked on a good messy project in our house for a while so it was kind of fun. As most 90 year houses do, we have plaster walls which means there are cracks. So I started by plastering over all the cracks. Wait a day and sand. Then we painted. Back when Justin didn't know if the baby was a boy or girl, he was fairly impartial to everything baby. So I picked out the paint color, and crib color, and changing table color myself. Then we found out the baby is a boy and out came the involved Dad in him. So after the first coat of paint it was decided that we needed a new color. We also sent back all the furniture I had and got a different crib and changing table and ...Yes, I am kind of complaining, but in the end I am happy that he is involved now. Paint again, and then take a deep breath.

The good news is that the room is really taking shape! We wanted a neutral gray that could work if the the next baby was a boy or girl and something simple so that it has a calm energy about it for mom and dad!
We buit the crib and changing table and I love them. I also laid out some adorable baby things that I am starting to collect and they always make me excited!
So I am plugging along, taking my vitamins and exercising. I look like I swallowed a soccer ball, and I couldn't be happier!
We buit the crib and changing table and I love them. I also laid out some adorable baby things that I am starting to collect and they always make me excited!
So I am plugging along, taking my vitamins and exercising. I look like I swallowed a soccer ball, and I couldn't be happier!