another one bites the dust

well, a chain link that is. i am 27 weeks. 27 weeks! how did this happen?!?! next week i enter the third trimester. freaking out much? yeah. yeah i am. mostly, because i feel so unprepared. you can't bring a baby home in a box filled with countdown chains, or lay him to bed on top of a lamp. no siree. that won't work. i have simply had the hardest time making decisions for this little one. i thought my eyes would bleed and explode out of my head i've been looking on the internet for so long, researching, comparing, searching, searching, searching. even my cat has noticed the maniac obsession that has become "baby's room." (he nips me when i've been staring at the room for more than an hour because he lacks the coordination to slap me instead.) i can feel myself being torn in two: one half desperately trying to feather baby's nest, and the other half clinging to my tried and true habit of procrastination. oy.

the main struggle? i was hoping determined to have a modern nursery. but have you ever checked out the prices of an Oeuf crib? Or any good quality modern crib for that matter? it's not in the cards my friends. so i've slowly let go of my dreams of a super clean-lined gray/white modern crib and watched as Scott did a Snoopy dance that he gets a traditional crib in espresso. and you know what? it was awesome to see that pleased him so much. Scott is unlike most other guys in this arena--he really cares about what furniture we pick out. the man's got a vision in his head which unfortunately is completely different from mine.

since he's chosen the crib, i claim rights to naming our child. i think its fair. maybe we'll just name him Oeuf.

the crib bedding should be arriving any day now (ahem, mom). and i am dying to see how it turned out. it's the starting off point for the whole room and i'm praying seeing that bedding will kick me into successful, results-driven nesting. til then i peruse the internet daily, poring over images of baby nurseries and gathering inspiration.

but we truly are excited to see this guy in just a few months! the kicking, rolling, turning, pushing, jabbing workouts he religiously performs are so welcome. they hurt now and then. but they're welcome nonetheless. just now it felt like a giant, hard marble was rolled down my belly from the inside. crazy. what was that? i've also noticed the bliss that was second trimester starting to wane, and the achy hips, sore belly and a nap a day routine is starting to once again reappear. i can't complain about the naps, but when homeboy decides to shift all his weight to the right side of my belly and pushes out to the extent of giving me a visibly lopsided abdomen, i must admit it freaks me out a little. but then i place my hand there and i can't help but smile as i think, "oh, this must be his bum :) .... or his head .... or his back." whatever it is, i truly love it. he can jab me in the ribs all day, and i'll still love him. and he does.

so i'm trying to hold onto those moments and not obsess over what his nursery looks like or what crib we get. all i want is a healthy, happy baby. (and an easy delivery.)