Tomorrow is my due date, but I had my weekly checkup this morning and the baby doesn’t seem to be in any rush to get here. I am in full-on nesting mode for sure at this point, and focusing on little details. Stacking books just so. Rearranging the display on the fireplace mantel. Hanging art. It’s imperative that I find both a blue cachepot and a beautiful decorative tassel, and I’ve come to find that the cabinet doors in the library (which have been just fine until now) need knobs ASAP. I’ve also picked up two new houseplants to care for — perhaps because I’m feeling extra nurturing right now? It’s satisfying to walk around the house, tinkering and playing with the decor.
I snapped this picture yesterday when August got back from school. A few toys, a few pets, family… the house feels good. Comforting, colorful, and cozy.
The baby’s clothes have been washed, and the nursery got its coat of primer. I’ve given the cradle a good cleaning and had Brandon bring it up to our bedroom. We feel ready, and not ready. Excited and nervous all over again.
Eleanor was born fifteen days after her due date. Labor was induced at 42 weeks, and took nineteen hours. August arrived four days early. My water broke while Eleanor and I were napping, and he was born less than three hours later. (Ten pounds and an all-natural birth, which was an experience, to say the least.) I had some complications after the deliveries of both babies, so I’m nervous about it happening again, but I’m ready and trying to remain optimistic. I wonder how baby number three will make his appearance; we’re so looking forward to meeting him!