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!
4 comments:
I used to always say stuff like, I feel fat like a cow or an elephant or a hippo or whatever large animal. And Bryan would always sternly tell me, Peggy, a hippo is NOT fat, they are the size God intended to be.
Bryan is a wise man. It's obvious his genius switch is always on.
Micah has that same Giraffe toy! We have ordered the same mobile for over Micah's crib. You look beautiful Christina! - Mandi
That is one good lookin' preggo woman!!!! Wowza.... :D
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