I am just at the beginning of my 3rd trimester, depending on how exactly you prefer to do the math. This means there is a BABY COMING, dear reader, and we have got to get ourselves ready. Somehow this translates in my head to decorating a bedroom, although as I've stated before I realize there is some logical fallacy there, given our parenting choices and habits. Oh well, better to decorate and organize this room now than after we have a new tiny tyrannical human with us, right? Anyway, the cute fabrics are from IKEA and were super affordable. I'm going to do curtains (combining both fabrics) for the two windows and a dust ruffle (just the hippos) for the crib. We don't use a bumper (dangerous) and I have enough crib sheets, so that's about it for textiles. I couldn't decide between pink and red, so at the suggestion of my mom (good idea, Mom!) we're using both. (I am secretly very pleased with this because with just one wall in this room painted red, I think I can still get away with painting the dining room red in the future. I chortle with crimson-addicted glee!)
OK, I shall cease with the excessive parentheses now.
I was really excited this week to get our Tiffany Ard art in the mail. And we've decided on a name:
Yes, even though Grace has the purple room right now. There will be plenty of time for doing things color-coordinated with her name in the years to come. Rob and I are painting this Saturday while my parents spend the day playing with Grace; I know that Rob agreeing to do this with me is a real expression of his love for me given his marked dislike for painting tasks. I'm going to try to get all the prep done today so we can really just get in there and paint tomorrow.
In other baby preparation efforts, I recently opened up all the boxes of Grace's outgrown clothes and organized them. It temporarily soothed the organizing, nesting compulsions flowing through me to fill the drawers of the baby's new dresser with little tiny clothes organized by size and type of garment.
And seriously, these are some TINY CLOTHES. It is hard to believe that Grace was so small a mere two-and-a-half years ago, and harder still to believe that a new tiny person is coming. Really newborn babies are so seldom seen in public (for good reason, what with their immature immune systems) that it seems just laughably impossible for a human being to be so tiny. For scale, here is a shot with my hand in it: