Normally, it wouldn't bother me - there is always tomorrow.
but this bun is just about done baking and the behindedness is weighing on me.
I realize this feeling is mostly due to the fact that I have a mental list of *things to get done* that just keeps growing regardless of how many items get accomplished.
I'm going to have to just accept that we're never really going to be ready for our new arrival and that is alright.
We have gotten heaps done though like:
*Finishing the nursery but for some shelving and a seemingly elusive rug
*Painting our master bedroom gray (love it)
*Convincing my husband that we *needed* to sell our perfectly fine master bed on craigslist and replace it with the absolutely amazing edlund poster bed from ikea *Beginning the process of taming our jungle backyard
*Lots of other impressive stuff that is currently escaping me
Oh, and at week 36 (I'm behind on the belly shots) the dilation and effacing has begun. Though, I'm convinced that I'll still be puttering about very much pregnant at week 41.
This was just a place to post all the beautiful things that I stumbled across. Until one afternoon, when the light was streaming into my office, I couldn't hold back the tears. Now, this has become a place to post my thoughts about trying to start a family, along with the beautiful things. I figure if I put it all here, there will be no more crying at work.