It has happened. I’m either nesting or losing (more of) my mind! Let me preface this next paragraph by saying I know that these thoughts are NOT NORMAL and completely crazy. My rational self knows that these thoughts make no sense at all, but I can’t help myself.
I’ve entered the part of pregnancy known as “nesting”. I look around our home and think the craziest thoughts. It’s actually easier if I just list out some of the insane thoughts I’ve had over the past week or so.
Tanisha’s Crazy Thoughts (in no particular order):
– Is that dust on our baseboards ? We must clean and sanitize all of these baseboards before the baby gets here.
– Why is our carpet covered in dog hair!! No way will she be allowed to roll around in all of that. We MUST shave the dog! Problem. Solved.
– Why don’t we have bars on our windows? We live in a garden level condo. Anybody can just climb in our windows, grab our easily displayed, very sharp knives on the counter, kill us and take our baby. I need to ask the association if they’ll approve of us putting steel bars on all of our windows. Also, we need to hide these knives in a drawer somewhere!
– Speaking of security, I wonder how much it would cost to hire 2 security guards, wait, scratch that. I wonder how much it would cost to hire 2 secret service agents to follow our daughter around 24 hrs a day to make sure she’s safe at all times.
– DAMN you Nate Berkus!! Why haven’t you shown up to do our nursery! You’re so selfish! Get here quickly (and bring lattes). I’ve always wanted to share a latte with Nate Berkus! Perfect blend of best gay guy friend and awesome designer! BONUS.
See? Told ya! I can’t help myself. To all you moms our there- I get it now. I have always wondered why my mom insisted on talking to me at least once a day. When I was a freshmen in college she would call me every single day. If I did not call back she’d freak out and I could not understand why. When I’d finally call she would say she just wanted to call and make sure I was “ok”. I always thought she needed to chill the heck out! I get it now. Moms (and maybe some dads too) cannot help it. It’s a blessing and a curse. From the moment of conception we are biologically primed to be preoccupied with the safety and care of our offspring. It becomes our top priority to make sure this little being is protected at all times. I don’t think we can help it. That being said, I really really really do not want to hover and smother. I want baby girl to feel safe out in the world and to feel free to explore and spread her wings. I don’t want my neurosis to make her feel like the world is an awful/unsafe place. Reality is that there are BAD people out there and bad things happen sometimes. I just need to work on myself and work on trusting the universe to take care of our little girl. I still wouldn’t mind having those secret service agents though, just in case 🙂
Man, I’m gonna need some therapy! That means Jim will need some too because he has to deal with me 🙂 Happy wife, happy life, right?
Ok here are some photos for you. Think of them as mouthwash for your brain after reading the above.
Until next time! Thanks for checking up on us and your continued and unwavering support. We appreciate it and FEEL it!
Tanisha at a little over 30 weeks. This is what bedrest really looks like.
I’m usually not all gussied up like I was in previous photos 🙂
This is our travel system. I had no idea what a travel system was
until we needed one. It’s just our car seat AND stroller. I’m looking
forward to lots of springtime walks!
These will go in her nursery. Do you recognize them?
They are framed pages from the book, “The Giving Tree”. The nursery will have a tree theme. We have a huge tree decal that we haven’t put up yet. Once it’s up, I’ll show you. It’s pretty cool.
This is her baby. It was Jim’s when he was little. A family member of his made it for him.
There is even a “J” on the butt. See…
Baby Bag. LOVE it.
It has little milk bottles on it.