The past few days have been interesting. My brain is demanding that I nest and prepare, but my body is equally adamant that I lie down and give it a rest. There are a million projects that I would like to see happen around my house, but I’m starting to get the vibe that they will wait, and that is ok. I’m consoling myself by buying things for the baby, simple things he will need that make me feel as though I have things under control.

Today I bought a boppy and slip cover. I have had a new one for each child because I literally wear them out, so that was a fun little splurge. I also bought a package of onesies with long sleeves and the little fold over hand bits. I stared at this package for awhile deciding if it was coming home with me. It says 0-3 months, but that is 8-12 lbs, heavy on the 12. I have no idea when this boy is going to make his entrance; it is plausible that I will go to term or that I will deliver early like the past two times. It is a strange feeling when you could have a baby in three weeks or nine. That is an awful lot of wiggle room to contend with. I would be quite happy with five. Five weeks from now would do me fine, six would be even better. Nine is far, far too many, as is eight. Ultimately, you get what you get, babies come in their own good time, and all you can really hope for is adequate lung function. I give this boy nightly pep talks on the merits of learning to breathe and packing on weight. Whether I am calming myself or sending the power of positive thinking and encouragement straight into my womb, I have no idea. But I feel better verbalizing his priorities to him, and encouraging his speedy development.

Now, rather than jumping into cleaning and organizing projects, I find myself laying down. I am contracting quite a lot, and they do slow me down. I know bed rest is likely come my appointment next week, so I am alternating resting and doing the handful of small things that I wanted to have ready before that happened. I have purchased many of the absolute essentials. I have transitioned Maggie out of my bed and into her own. I bought a new underbed box for toys. . .a simple thing, but still, a thing done.

Today I am finding peace in the handful of tiny things that are done.

And waiting not so patiently for this guy to get home next week so I can start bossing him around to do the rest!

It feels like so much is wrapping up, which is good because I’m pretty tired.