Is that a term? If not, I claim it as one right now. I'm cocooning.
I'm starting to hunker down for the arrival. Not real social. Staying inside a lot. Organizing. Ignoring emails. Cocooning.
This weekend we painted the nursery (pics to come later!)
We organized the closet.
We fiddled with the placement of furniture in the itty, bitty nursery room.
We dinkered around with knobs on the furniture.
And today I washed about 72 pair of baby socks. I don't know. A lot.
I also pulled out the Rubber.maid containers with 0-9 month clothes and washed them. It's a very strange feeling to see such small clothes. Morgan even asked, "Are these for my dolls?"
And even with the little one kicking vigorously inside me, it still doesn't compute that this room is for a baby coming out of my body.
To sleep in THIS crib.
To wear THESE clothes.
To poo in THESE diapers.
Laughing... but I'll continue to prepare her room and try to prepare my heart.
2 comments:
I was wondering what happened to you. Still hoping Morgan can make it Saturday! Can't wait to see the baby's room!
Beth
Oh Emily, I am just so excited for you all. We just had friends with some fertility issues have a baby this week - a beautiful, healthy baby after much heartache and anxiety. So I know a little of how your heart must be feeling. I'm proud of you for having hope and courageously planning for the future because I understand how hard that could be. Only a little while longer until the glorious arrival! Praying for you!
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