Tomorrow will mark my 34th week of pregnancy. Technically that means we still have six weeks before our little peanut arrives, but due to the fact that he has already dropped really low, I've been having a lot of "practice" contractions, and I'm one centimeter dilated, the consensus is that Benjamin's baby brother will be making his grand entrance earlier than planned. After realizing just how soon he could be here, it suddenly dawned on me that I am really not ready for him! Benjamin's things still occupied the nursery, the baby clothes were packed away in the attic, as was all the other baby paraphernalia. You know, the bottles, toys, burp rags, bibs, bathing supplies, and various apparatus' to hold the baby (the bjorn, jumper, bouncer, boppy, etc). So I dubbed today as "Preparing for Baby Day," which I'm sure Nathan is just sooo disappointed to be missing out on since he has to work. Did you catch the sarcasm there?
With my mom's help (someone who I knew would enjoy this process), we pulled down everything we needed from the attic and started sorting. Benjamin was tasked with the chore of going through the box of infant toys, which was the perfect job for him. I think he played with those toys more today than he did when they were given to him two years ago! He helpfully pointed out which toys needed new batteries and scrubbed them all clean with Lysol wipes for me, too. He is such a good little helper. At least, he was, until he decided that "helping" meant pulling out all the clothes from the box and throwing them across the living room. However, once he came across all the minuscule socks and shoes, he busied himself with trying to put them on his own feet. Watching him, I was taken back to the time when he actually did fit into them. It doesn't seem like all that long ago. Sniffle, sniffle.
So as I write this, a load of baby clothes is in the dryer, bottles are being sterilized in the dishwasher, and infant toys and teethers are drip drying on the kitchen counter. The mobile was hung on the crib with care, in hopes that Baby Boy Hasch soon would be here (I just couldn't resist that line...Christmas is in the air!) My nursing pillow is strategically placed by the rocker, soft blankets are stacked near the crib, and the changing table is ready to be stocked. While there is still plenty to do before baby arrives, I think I've got a good handle on things.
Yep, I am definitely nesting and loving every minute of it. :)
With my mom's help (someone who I knew would enjoy this process), we pulled down everything we needed from the attic and started sorting. Benjamin was tasked with the chore of going through the box of infant toys, which was the perfect job for him. I think he played with those toys more today than he did when they were given to him two years ago! He helpfully pointed out which toys needed new batteries and scrubbed them all clean with Lysol wipes for me, too. He is such a good little helper. At least, he was, until he decided that "helping" meant pulling out all the clothes from the box and throwing them across the living room. However, once he came across all the minuscule socks and shoes, he busied himself with trying to put them on his own feet. Watching him, I was taken back to the time when he actually did fit into them. It doesn't seem like all that long ago. Sniffle, sniffle.
So as I write this, a load of baby clothes is in the dryer, bottles are being sterilized in the dishwasher, and infant toys and teethers are drip drying on the kitchen counter. The mobile was hung on the crib with care, in hopes that Baby Boy Hasch soon would be here (I just couldn't resist that line...Christmas is in the air!) My nursing pillow is strategically placed by the rocker, soft blankets are stacked near the crib, and the changing table is ready to be stocked. While there is still plenty to do before baby arrives, I think I've got a good handle on things.
Yep, I am definitely nesting and loving every minute of it. :)
Obviously, I need to replace Benjamin's name sign
with the new baby's name, which is still to be determined.
Nursing/Reading corner
Sweet bedding made by Grandma Peggy.
Artwork made by yours truly!
Cute. Looks like you're all set now.
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