This week has been very busy, but Joy will not let me forget about her. She has started wiggling around, turning over, and kicking me in the ribs, bladder, and stomach almost constantly. I am convinced she will be a gymnast. I am sure she will pay me back for all the times I vaulted over the couch as a girl.
In the middle of a busy week, I appreciate all the little moments of preparing for her entry into the world. I haven’t been able to do much this week, but today I did start a baby registry on Amazon. I thought it would be simple to register from home, but it was actually quite daunting because of the amount of items listed. I think I ended up with only two things after quite some time searching. Of course, I already have some things for the baby, so I won’t need as much this time around. But, as people have started asking me what I do need, I thought I should probably start a registry.
I also found myself spending little moments thinking about the nursery. I decided I wanted Joy to have these figurines passed down to me from my great-grandmother. I can still see her laughing while giving me the little Dutch boy and girl when I was a child.
I was given this vase with fresh flowers in it by a sweet lady while I was in the worst stages of morning sickness. So, today I added some flowers to it and added it to the collection, along with a lamp and Joy’s ultrasound picture. Now I just have to decide what color to paint the dresser underneath them.
I was so excited to receive this surprise gift from my Dad, who knew exactly what I like in a rocker since we have spent many hours in antique shops trying out different ones.
This week I have found myself stopping in the nursery to rock every now and then. For some reason it makes my little one seem so much nearer.
My mom recently sent my baby’s first girl books.
My oldest son does not approve. He said Snow White and Sleeping Beauty were okay, but believes that Cinderella is completely inappropriate. I have no clue why! He is so funny!
I thought about reading to her, but then I realize that I have already been reading aloud to her. Every single time I read to my six-year-old, she gets to hear it, too. But even more precious, she also gets to hear my six-year-old every time he reads to me.
So, even though I haven’t been able to do much to prepare for our little one this week, I love every little baby step in that direction. Every kick, every thought is a sweet reminder that she will soon be making her way into this world.
Investing in a Child 