So, I changed some things around in the baby room, and I like it a lot better :) It is by far my favorite room in the house. I catch myself just standing in it sometimes. Cheesy? Maybe. But some women paint their feelings or photograph them. Others have the ability to write what they want to say perfect. I have this. I'm not some master decorator, but I feel like this nursery is my love letter to my baby and my prayer of gratitude to God for blessing me with her inside me.
(this is the changing table, but I haven't got a pad yet)
Of course, my wallet can only show this baby so much love, so I have taken to trying even harder to be thrifty-nifty. This weekend Scott and I hit up some garage sales for some great finds:
I should also mention I got that rocking chair and ottoman at a garage sale a few years ago for $15. Go me.
It's weird to be all "full term" and stuff... I went to church today and saw all these new babies and I realized I am next on the list to have one.
If we were having a conversation, you would no doubt ask me:
"How are you feeling?" (it's okay, everyone does).
Well, I am feeling pretty great. I AM shocked that my stomach is still growing, and I am uncomfortable all the time- except for when I am swimming. I love to go swimming.
Due to being uncomfortable, I cannot sleep to save my life. If we were having a conversation, you would respond to this by saying:
"Well! You better get as much sleep as you can!"
To which I would stifle a raging pregnancy hormone and give you a hearty fake laugh. Because what do you think I'm trying to do? Stay awake? OF COURSE I want to get as much sleep as I can! OF COURSE I would sleep if I could sleep! The only thing more annoying than not being able to sleep at night when I have no reason to be up is your good-natured commandment to sleep. I wish I had some narcoleptic super power that made it so every time someone told me to go to sleep, I would just fall down in a slumber right then and there. I would be all caught up.