So...this is #3, and it's evident. When #1 was baking I think we had everything prepared FAR in advance. Hospital bags were packed several months ahead of my due date and items were purchased and waiting for him. It gets a little harder to not procrastinate with the addition of each child. I have had mental lists floating around in my head since the puking phase of this pregnancy lessened and I felt human enough to tackle them...however, they have been far from tackled until very recently. I had several spurts of nesting fury kick in, only for them to cure things that are so far from necessary when it comes to bringing a baby home, but you can't argue with nesting. I found myself at the top of a ladder at 8 months of pregnancy making sure every last speck of dust were sucked and wiped from the tops of the kitchen cabinets and upper reaches of our vaulted living room. Last week I decided that my world would fall apart if I didn't get my office/craft room organized after it had been sitting in it's perpetual state of confusion since January when we finished the basement. Why, you ask? Because my hormones told me it had to be done and I'm not messing with that! On a more baby-prep front...her tiny clothes have been washed, itty bitty diapers are waiting to embrace her tiny tush, the car seat base has been installed in the truck which will be our getaway vehicle when the time is right and, yes...we FINALLY finished the nursery! :)
I always had big hopes for a precious nursery with the boys, but it never came to fruition. Mostly because, when we moved in, X-man was already 6 months old and I couldn't ever find the time to make the picture in my head reality. Gokey came quickly behind him and the room was already put together...we would have had to tear it apart, paint and put it back together again. It didn't happen. This time, we had to move both boys into the same room together, so I was able to cowboy-ify their room and make it what I wanted and then was left with an empty nursery to do with as I pleased! I love it! I find myself wandering in there in the middle of the day and plopping down in the rocking chair to daydream about snuggling with a newborn again...such a fleeting stage, and so sweet.
So...this is your official invitation, little Jilly Bean. We are ready and waiting. Though your Daddy won't admit it, you will have him so wrapped around your little finger...I can't wait to see him hold you for the first time. And there are two little boys that have gone so unexpectedly baby crazy that we can't walk by an infant in the grocery store without them ooohing and aaahing and telling the world who we are expecting. And then there's me...your Momma, who can't wait to feel you in my arms after all of these months of feeling you tumble in my belly. C'mon out baby girl...and be easy on your mother when you make your way! :)