It's Coming Together

Oh, how I LOVE my daughter's nursery. Only a few final touches are to be made before it is complete. We have a couple of knobs to screw in to the pie safe, and Wes is really wanting me to paint a tree in one of the corners...along with her name above the crib which is going to be decided on D Day. I guess that final touch can't be done yet. We are narrowing in on names, but we just figure we might as well wait until she is born. I mean, we've waited this long, right?

I don't want to post pictures until a tree is in the room, so I'll get on that soon. Maybe I'll start this afternoon...is this what nesting is called?

Not only is the nursery ready, but I have all of baby girl's gear out and put together. While writing thank you notes, I would get a little tired of sitting on the couch, so I would grab a box (whether it was the swing, infant seat, pack n play, car seat, strollers, etc.) and go to town. I had no idea I was so handy. Maybe this is part of the nesting process, too.

Regardless, I am getting more and more excited to meet this little girl who just flips and turns and pokes and sways pretty much all day and night. I am still feeling great, doing Body Pump a couple of times a week, walking several days, and spinning when I feel like it. The swelling hasn't really hit me yet, but I know with the Arkansas August that is just around the corner, I expect the uncomfortable stage to come knocking on my door pretty soon.

Mom and Dad are traveling around Italy this week and will meet up with Allen in Montpelier, France this weekend. I'm trying not to get too jealous that I'm not with them. If I wasn't due in 7 weeks, I'd be there. And then the Walker family leaves for North Carolina right when my family comes home...I doubt I'll be there either. With all of this traveling happening around me, I've planned our three vacations for next year already. Let's just pray this baby loves it as much as her mommy and daddy do. :)

Okay, enough of the prego rambling...I'm going to get myself some lunch. Too bad I can't get the image and aroma of a real Italian pizza out of my head. And maybe a little gelato for dessert...