As you know, baby deadline is quickly approaching. June will be here before you know it. I remember when we first found out, I foolishly thought that nine months was basically a year. Ha! The last four and a half months have flown by! Even though we are going to find out the gender of the baby, I plan on a gender neutral nursery. So really, I can start on it whenever. The problem? When does whenever start? Is it too soon? I still don't want to jinx ourselves. After hearing horror stories of late term miscarriages and stillborns that have basically ruined certain lives, I'm afraid to jump the gun. The idea of a healthy baby of our very own still seems a little too good to be true. God has been good to me my whole life. Blessings that I don't deserve seem to rain down from heaven on a daily basis. I don't know why He likes me so much.
See this? Yep. I'm gonna lay my future child down for a nap in this room! Eek!
To my understanding, this was the doggy playroom for the little lady that lived here before. The neighbor next to us said that one time she looked over here and in the window used to sit a giant cockatoo! A big white one. Just sitting in the window looking out at the yard. I kind of like that.
The problem with this room was that it had no closet. So my uncle, Saint John, built one for us. Gotta love that man.
We also repainted, recarpeted (After sterilizing the vinyl floors. Ha, you just THOUGHT that was hardwood floor! Don't ask me why the hardwoods upstairs are in every room except this one.) Now it looks like this:
Yes, I bought pink bedding. Do we have a little girl? Nope. But it sure looks like we do when you stick your head in here. I like to pretend that she's sitting around the corner in the floor playing with her books. So you probably think I'm hoping for a girl. I really can't say. I used to think only a girl would make me truly happy, but after going this long with this little baby already one gender or the other, I don't care what the gender is. I'm already completely attached to him/her (literally). I'm just ready to stop calling it an "it". Because it's not an "it". This little baby is the sweetest thing that's ever happened to us.
Have a great Tuesday. :-)