First, press play.

Baby stuff is taking over our place.  We need to start finding homes for all this stuff -- gah!!  This is a peek at what is happening in the nursery area... it is not pretty.  We have a crib and mattress stacked against the wall.  The dresser is FILLED with baby clothes as I don't seem to be able to stop buying onesies.  I have ordered crib bedding that is adorable!  I am super excited about setting up this space but we have some more purging to do (namely we have to get rid of the big office desk that is presently where we plan to put the crib) before we can more forward.  There is time.  There is time.  There is time.  Deep breaths.

I have been reading some disturbing stuff about labour.  As a matter of
fact, I just read an article about how to deliver your own baby in the
event you are alone and unable to get to the hospital.  Not recommended
night time reading. 

Here's something that will make you laugh -- N and I are taking a parenting class every Thursday in May.   My idea and hopefully I don't regret it.  I just figure we should be prepared.  No going back now!

I am now head to toes dressed in maternity clothes. Pants with an actual waist are just no longer an option.  I must say -- mat pants are mighty comfortable.  I've just now allowed N to take some photos to show off my new girth.  Amazing how you live all you life trying to minimize the size of your belly, but when that belly is filled with baby it somehow seems... acceptable to show it off and maybe even cute to rock a baby bump?  I imagine Tim, my brother, rolling his eyes and stating, "Rrrrrrrrrright, cute." -- but it is kind of cute to me.  Maybe that is my maternal instinct coming in but that's my boy in there!