Quick Before I Get Sidetrack'd

I’m beginning to wonder if nesting is a blessing or a curse. It is nice to get things accomplished around here, but when I’m working on limited time and energy it seems weird that I’m concerned with things like getting the tops of the door frames cleaned.

The other day I was thinking about this time of pregnancy with Little. At first I thought, “I don’t remember nesting like this. I wonder why this time is different?” And then I really thought about it and realized that we closed on our house about eleven weeks before she was born and moved into it about six weeks before she was born. The time in between was spent packing, painting, cleaning the apartment, and getting the house ready for move in. Those final weeks were spent painting, unpacking, settling in, and getting Little’s things ready for her arrival. No wonder I don’t remember nesting!

Anyway, I am trying to get things marked off my to-do list as I have the energy. And I’m trying not to worry about the things that won’t get done. These last weeks are better spent preparing for birth, preparing for Jack’s arrival, and spending those last “only child” times with my little bit of girl (btw – this phrase is the source of her nickname; I called her that a lot when she was a tiny girl). We’ll see how the “not worrying about things that won’t get done” part goes.

And finally…It’s been awhile since I posted a Boo-belly picture. Here is one I took on Monday before my doctor appointment; we’re 32 weeks along.

To those of you who stopped by and commented last week on Tackle it Tuesday: Welcome and thanks for visiting; I hope to see you again! I apologize for not making the rounds last week, life got in the way and I didn’t get to visit the other participants; I’ll try to do better this week.

And now on to our tackles…

The biggest thing accomplished in our house this week was that Matt finished painting the trim in Boo’s room. Yay! Now we can begin the decorating/furniture placement phase of this operation. Before and after pictures will be posted at some point.

For my part, I’ve made a dent in the tackles I set out to accomplish and conquered a couple of other things. First, the magazines…

This is what my stack looked like when I started. I’m not caught up yet, but I’ve reduced the stack size by approximately half. The remaining half will go on my tackle list for next week.

From my housekeeping/nesting list I dusted the bookshelves and wiped down the baseboards and walls in the living room. Because I’m not a very thorough duster, the shelves were probably a bigger job than they should have been. It does feel good to have these two things accomplished, though.

The plan for next week includes cleaning the fridge (I’ve been procrastinating a bit on this one), the living room wipe down/dusting (still lack upper moldings and tops of doors as well as the inside of the television cabinet), and completing the magazine job.

Good luck with your tackling!

It is a lovely 63 degree sunny day in our part of the world, and Little and I have been on the go. First came trips to the grocery stores (yes, we shop at two stores…at least…every week). We came home, unloaded our loot, made lunches, and headed back out; this time we were headed to the zoo with friends. The zoo was a lot of fun for all of us, but it wore Little out; she fell asleep on the way home. I’ve done a bit of cleaning while Little naps and now I’m worn out, so I’ll do some resting for a few minutes before I have to get back out for an appointment with the doc.

I was going to leave you with a Boo-belly shot, but I’m having trouble uploading the picture. Hope you are all having a happy Monday!

A copy of The Birth Book on the bedside table waiting to be read. A ring sling awaiting a baby to carry. Plans to buy one of these on my SIL’s recommendation. Registries created. Doctor’s appointments every two weeks, then once a week. A room in the final stages of painting. Blue clothes and burpies on the way.

Eight weeks to go!

Little isn’t much for dialogue yet, but she does occasionally say something funny. One morning the first part of the week she and I were sitting on her bed talking about the letters on her wall that spell her name.

Little: Whas dat? (pointing at her letters)

Me: Those are the letters that spell your name. The letters are L-I-T-T-L-E (except using her real name). That spells Little and that is your name.

She continued to play for a few minutes.

Me: What is your name?

Little: siddy (silly)

And what could I do but laugh?