After 2 weeks of maternity leave, I've pretty much gotten all the baby gear ready.
I'm not going to lie, it was/is awesome. Everyday was like Christmas--getting all these packages from Amazon, Target, Walmart, Diapers.com, etc. The UPS guy is like part of the family now, we see him so often.
Here's a changing table I made, which matches his bassinet (not pictured).
Nesting is fun, but you know what's not so fun? Being a big fat house. As I tell the spouse everyday--I feel so fat, fat, fatty, fat. Because I am. My rib cage has expanded a lot, my limbs are swollen with bloat, and of course, the ol' belly is looking like a huge ripe tomato. And the spouse says, without guile or much wisdom--"Yeah, you are much bigger, everywhere, not just your belly." Ugh. Honesty is over-rated.
When I lumber around the house, I seriously feel like Shrek, just less green.
Here's me in all my 9.5 month glory. Probably, the last belly pic I'll take until D-Day!
And I am so ready. Okay baby, you can come now!