I'm getting to that point.
The point where I figure I should probably do something to get ready for a baby.
I don't nest like a normal person.
Usually there are big projects involved that don't make much sense.
With a couple of my kids I've repainted most of the house. I guess that's not totally out there, but I do recall Aaron insisting I wait till he could hold the extension ladder steady before I did the entry way that gets a little tall. Makes sense since I was 36wks that time, but it HAD to be done.
Last time around I built a patio. Ok, well, not so much built, it's laid in pavers. But again, HAD to be done!
This time I haven't had any big projects. I did some repainting last year and don't feel the itch to change any colors this year so that's out. There was the big storage room clean out and moving of some of the shelving, but that has needed to be done for months so that doesn't really count either. If I had stayed true to my previous habits, I probably would have started hanging sheet rock and finishing the bathroom in the basement, but lifting make my body very unhappy lately so I haven't done that. And since that's a project that needs to be started when it can actually be finished and not just sit halfway done, it's on the back burner. Waaaaay back burner.
So I've ended up doing slightly different things to prep for post-baby. Kind of. Making sure I keep up with running things during the last month of pregnancy counts, right?
I scoured online for running shoe deals, since mine were well past needing to be replaced.
That paid off though, resulting in 3 pair for less than the cost of one!
Seriously scored there.
Every woman needs new running shoes at 35wks pregnant, right?
I also finally broke down and bought The Stick. Totally worth it.
The foam roller just isn't cutting it for the ITBand anymore. Not to mention it's ridiculously awkward to foam roll with the added girth.
No, I'm not going to share a picture of the awkwardness.
I also happened upon what would be the best birthday gift ever!
I have started doing a few normal things too. Like this past weekend I cleaned out the fridge. Like really cleaned out. Like 2 hours of completely emptying, soaking, sanitizing, scouring, I don't think it's been cleaner since the day we bought it (and maybe not even then) kind of cleaned out. It's beautiful.
I did actually jot down a list of things I need to throw in a bag for the hospital.
I cut fabric for a blessing dress. Haven't started sewing it, but it's prepped.
I'm planning to go get fabric for the other side of her blanket this week.
I have a couple of choices for baby to wear home, just haven't decided which one yet. But I have them!
I do know where the tub of baby girl clothes is. I haven't gotten it out or washed anything, but I know where it is.
And I've actually started trying to figure out just where we are going to put one more little person. Well, we know where she'll go, I'm just working on where the baby stuff will go. And the plan is to get the changing table out of the garage today (or tomorrow. or maybe the next day) and get it cleaned up.
See? I'm making progress!
And I'm making lists. Lists are progress.
I can't decide if it's having done this so many times, if it's leftover from last time when I was way too scared to have anything out and ready for a baby, or if I've finally just converted to Aaron's thinking of 'if you have a place for it to sleep, a way to feed it and diapers, you'll get to the rest'.
Or maybe I'm just afraid of the fact that though I haven't made it to a due date since child #1, and it really would be convenient if she waited until pretty close to her due date to actually arrive, that she actually will stay tucked away until her due date, leaving me with nothing baby-related to do for the next 4 weeks except stew on the fact that she hasn't arrived.