Crazy Pregnant Woman

So, hello there. Gosh, I wish I’d stopped in earlier this week . . . I’m finding that every spare moment I have I am either making stuff with Annabelle or stealing away to my bed, where I am savoring every second of rest that I can get. With 9 weeks to go, I find myself having moments when I wonder, “Am I ever not going to be pregnant again?” Yes, I realize the logical answer to this is that the light at the end of my tunnel is giving birth and welcoming my beautiful baby to the world, and I also recognize that I am lucky that my baby is healthy (to my current knowledge) and that I am healthy and for the most part experiencing an easy pregnancy. Still, the more that I expand, the more I begin to think about what my toes look like and when again I’ll be able to see them, :-)

Meanwhile, I am nesting. Last week my husband and Annabelle (with my supervision) assembled our baby’s dresser, a fine piece that we picked up at that fancy Swedish furniture store. Another mommy told me a bit about this store’s environmental policy, and this knowledge (along with the fact that my husband will probably freak out if I try to refinish another piece of second hand furniture) swayed me to purchase a new piece for my coming babe. Since we’ll be cosleeping for the first year or so, my son’s “room” consists of his dresser, a nursing chair, end table (which I did refinish and was scolded for doing so by an unnamed person, :-) ), and train table (to keep his big sister entertained). I thought I’d show you all what my boy’s space looks like:

This is where the booby action will happen.  I found the “transportation” theme lamp at the Goodwill.

The dresser, in my opinion, is gigantanormous, which actually helps with storage since his “space” is actually our loft, a room that currently is without its 4th wall.  Eventually, we’ll construct a wall and a closet, but in the meantime, we’re going to make do with his large dresser and some borrowed space in his big sister’s room.

Over the dresser, I (okay, my husband really) hung a shelf with knobs so that we’d have easy access to onesies and a bit of cuteness too.   I found the shelf at the Goodwill too.

On the shelf, I placed 2 wooden craft boats and our baby’s initials (just 2 of them . . . we’re not announcing the name til the day he arrives).

Meanwhile, setting up the baby’s space has meant relocating Annabelle’s awesome art room to one half of my husband’s billiard room (we live in a townhouse, so it’s not like we’ve got a blue, red, or yellow room; it’s just that well, pool is very important to my husband).  Anyhoo . . . this is what Annabelle’s art space looks like these days:

A toy chest (not pictured here), her easel, and a supply shelf make up her art space.

I organized her paints onto one shelf.  The second shelf is full of my parenting and kids’ crafting books.

And on her other shelves are collage materials (glue, scissors, scrap papers, cutout shapes and greeting card images), crayons, markers, construction paper, and cardstock.  I do ask that she ask for permission to play with her clay and stamps, but aside from that, she’s free to create to her heart’s content.

Last, we also finally replaced our futon mattress (remember how I shared that my cat Toby had a bit of an accident on it?) so that grandparents and midwives (potentially, should we have a homebirth) will have a place to stay during the time of birth.

I apologize if this post bores you to tears . . . you can only imagine what my husband is feeling as I go through each room of our home rearranging furniture, hanging new pictures, and just being, well, a crazy pregnant woman.  But this is what consumes me these days, this is where I am, and I thought it just might interest you . . .

What are you up to this week?  Is anyone else rearranging furniture and hanging new curtains?

Talk more soon,

Jessica