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Rearranging and Reorganizing

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I know I said I'd wait to get excited until the first trimester was over, but at eleven weeks today, I am so excited that it's hard to contain. Realistically, there are many things that could still go wrong, but it's possible that this pregnancy could come to term, and it's possible that this baby could be healthy.

Therefore...I did something...

Something I said I wouldn't do...I started buying things.

With garage sale season starting up, I couldn't help but look for baby items. I already found a few different things including a wooden toy box, a glider, and a playpen. Since I started collecting things (I swear only a few things!) I wanted to rearrange the bedrooms to make the office into the nursery. This meant I had to get rid of a large, wood executive desk we had put in there. We had to find a place to move the treadmill plus all the other stuff we had in there.

Now, the guest bedroom has a small bookshelf in it along with our computer and a smaller desk we used to use in our apartment. We also moved the treadmill to our bedroom, making it a bit more cramped due to Penny's crate and the other two dog beds. I like our treadmill, but it may have to go since we have such limited space in our house. I like our small house, but there is only so much I can do with 1300 sq feet on the main floor and 500 sq feet in the basement.

However, now I walk around our house, and the future feels more real because the rooms look different, and one is mostly empty, and I can't wait to decorate it this summer. Plus, I love the way the guest bedroom now looks because it actually looks like a decorate bedroom rather than just a junk room with a bed in it. Rearranging the house is part of nesting, and I hope that come this fall I will get to bring our little one into this world. I know that will reorganize and change my whole life, but I'm pretty sure it will be rewarding.

Eleven weeks...it feels so unreal. Two more weeks and the first trimester will be over! It's going by fast, but I do hope with the second trimester I'll be less nauseous and less tired. Even right now, I could go to sleep for two to three hours even though I slept in today and took a long nap yesterday.

This summer is going to be so busy and crazy, but I hope I get some time to just relax and enjoy being home. Right now, that's where I want to be.

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