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| Mama, please stop being a Nut. |
Just shy of six weeks until this kiddo makes his or her Monkey debut. Sounds like a ton of time, right? Sure, if you’re a sane being.
Which- in all fairness- I must not have been to get pregnant so soon after my daughter’s first birthday knowing full well that the end of this pregnancy would align with multiple heat waves. But that’s nothin’ compared to my recent jaunts from reality.
Last night, right before said daughter’s bedtime, I implored my tolerant Peej to bring some gender-neutral newborn clothes out from the storage area over the stairs. While he was there, I inquired about the bassinet. (IT NEEDS TO AIR OUT, PEOPLE.) Also, the BundleMes and winter blankets. Because- sure- it may be really warm now…but what the heck will I do when the cold snap hits and I’ve got abdominal stitches? (Who’s laughing now? Probably…all of you.)
And then once the clothing was safely accessible down in our laundry room, I gently requested that he move the tall dresser from the new baby’s room up to Nora’s room. And maybe- just maybe- he could move her dresser to the nursery?
There is logic to this, I swear. The new dresser is way bigger, and Nora has a killer [hand me down and gifted] wardrobe that cannot be confined to a regular ol’ dresser. Besides, her closet is rather eh in terms of space…whereas the baby’s room features a tricked-out closet into which we could place an easy chair. If we were so inclined. Probably wouldn’t shock anyone at this point. (Least of all my husband.)
I would have left me years ago.
The level of cleaning going on in this house would lead one to believe that a visiting dignitary will be boarding with us this Fall- and not a squinty baby who will (if I’m lucky) be able to barely make out my features.
And I’ve been cooking with a vendetta. Last night I made my Tomato Thief of a daughter some garden Roma tomato gazpacho with sweet peppers…so that she’ll always remember how much I loved her. Same with P.J.’s daily sandwiches (with included “love” note, thankyouverymuch- okay, sometimes they’re just random observations, but I try to create them on something resembling a heart).
I’m not entirely sure where it is I think I’m going, but I’ve made sure that my family is well fed.
My photo albums are almost up to date. Because can you imagine the horror if I gave birth and no one at my house could easily locate the pictures from Thanksgiving ’08? CAN YOU?
And just yesterday the fabulous Peej gave me a gift to actually help the nesting along- a Groupon for a closet makeover. That’s right, the haphazard jobbie that I threw together whilst nesting for Nora can finally be put to rights; the plank of wood that I staple-gunned to the ceiling for a shelf, the one foot hanging bar propped up by a bookshelf and a dresser, the shoe rack nailed into the wall…it’ll almost be like it never happened.
I am stupidly excited about this.
Because sometimes- to truly nest- you’ve gotta call in the pros.
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