My baseboards? Still dirty. Freezer meals? Still just an idea on pinterest. Learning to bake the perfect cherry pie? Don't feel the need. I'm pretty sure I'm not technically "nesting". But what I have been doing is getting crap done, which I've always loved to do!
ASIDE: I have a problem with people telling me I'm nesting. I don't know why. I feel somehow that attributing my awesome success in the "getting crap done" department to "nesting" somehow diminishes what I was able to accomplish. Like, "Oh, you climbed everest. But only because you're nesting." No! I did it because I'm a flippin' great mountain climber! Do you know what I mean? Does that even make any sense? Either way.
ASIDE: I think it also has something to do with people telling me that I was nesting ever since about week 22. NO. You're not nesting then. You don't "nest" until right before the baby comes. You're getting things done. You're prepping for the baby. You're being responsible and not leaving stuff until the last minute. But you're not nesting. It's just not true.
Okay. WHEW. Sorry. Apparently I have a lot to say on the topic of "Why I'm Not Nesting". Anyhow, I am getting things done, and that makes me ever so happy. Mostly, I'm trying to get Baby M's room finished. I know, the baby doesn't actually need a nursery, and that he/she doesn't care what it looks like. I think we can all agree that a nursery is for the parents, and in our case, specifically the mom. Handsome, well, I think the nursery is making it a little more "real" for him, but he would be fine without it. Or a couch - he doesn't need that either. Or a table. Chairs. Shelves of any kind... he's sort of a minimalist that way.
Let me start off by saying that the gifts that people have given this baby, the love already poured out, is overwhelming. While I was up in PA, I got not one, but two beautiful hand-made blankets! One from a very good friend (which I'll show you later...), and the other from a cousin who I like very well but rarely get to see. She apparently doesn't hold it against me that we're hardly ever in the same state, let alone the same zip, as she spent hours of her life crocheting this lovely blanket!
Even though Handsome could do without shelves, I can't. I love shelves. Specifically the floating kind. I have a set in my kitchen, and when I was staring at the big blank wall in Baby's room, I knew I wanted some in there, as well! So we ended up with these (from lowes, I believe) and I love them! Perfect place to set a glass of water on while I'm rocking baby, or just to hold the cutesy little trinkets that are allowed only in this room!
Now, truth be told, that wall still seems a little bare to me. And I don't want it to feel bare. I want it to feel warm and planned and full of happiness & love! Apparently nothing says "happiness & love" to me like picture frames. So I picked up a half dozen or so, spray painted them white, was unsatisfied with the results, then latexed them and added a shimmery glaze. And voila!
It's now the simple matter of arranging these on the wall. I don't want them all to be empty, Lord knows I've got enough empty frames hanging in my house to choke a horse. But I'm not entirely sure of what to put in them. And then the obvious answer hits me, pictures! Duh! But we'll have to wait and see for sure. One thing I do know is that I'm going to use handy-dandy command strips to put them up, so that I don't have a mess of holes in our freshly-painted walls!
I've got even more projects in mind for today. Which I realize makes me sound ambitious and nester-ish. But I'm not. Swear. I think it's more of a result of me passing my Dissertation Proposal Defense (woot woot!) and the much-diminished stress level that accompanies that ;) What about you? Any projects lately?