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You’ll have to excuse me if this post isn’t even vaguely coherent. I had pretty much the worst night’s sleep ever last night (sure I’ll be looking back and saying something quite different about a night that at least involved 4 and a half hours straight sleep come September, though…;), and was awake from 5 onwards.
It’s all the fault of Papa John’s- stupid salty greasy food eaten late left me dehydrated and restless all night long! Serves me right being too lazy to cook yesterday…
Anyway.
Up until yesterday evening, this is what our front bedroom looked like. Piled high with boxes and bags of baby things, stacks of tiny outfits filling every corner, and a Moses basket that’s become a storage container for yet more of the bits we’ve accumulated over the past few months.
I’m not even all that sure why I fancied documenting the mess that is our nursery in progress (the mess that I actually did tidy just a little…okay, loads…to make photo-ready) here on my blog, but it just felt important!
Sometimes I worry about things needing to look so *polished* to be blog-worthy, but I was reminiscing recently about how fun it used to be a few years ago, when I first started blogging, just to capture memories without worrying about marketability and maintaining the absolute highest photographic standards and styling things until they look like something out of a magazine 24/7. Because these are the things that just get clean in the way of creativity and productivity, right?!
And I thought- for goodness sakes, I want to recapture that old feeling of freedom!
So, here we are, for my own personal records more than anything else. Our almost nursery!
We actually cleared out the room a little and put together our nursery furniture last night. It was delivered yesterday morning and I spent the whole day having to shift the giant boxes around just to squeeze in and out of doors and up and down the stairs, so Jason and I were on a mission by the time he got home from work in the early evening!
I’m a little daunted at how teeny that space feels now it’s been filled with our beautiful new furniture (do you ever feel like that, when you put a new piece of furniture in a room? That because it’s new, it’s all you can look at and so it feels huge?) but they’re the most perfect pieces and I’m so excited to get organising all the baby things we’ve been collecting this year.
And once we’ve popped the Moses basket up in the loft until we need it (it’s a family hand-me-down we’re keeping hold of right now just in case we want it as a place for baby to nap downstairs) and the Snuzpod co-sleeper comes through into our room later this summer (eeeeek!), it’ll all open up I’m sure!
I actually was sat up in bed at 6am this morning browsing through IKEA’s range of storage boxes, since I need to buy a few for keeping all the baby’s clothes and its paraphernalia tidy in the dresser, and just the lovely compartmentalised, organised nature of it all made my heart beat fast.
Oh pregnancy nesting, what have you done to me!
So maybe I need to thank Papa John for that extra salty pizza and the heavy stomach and ultra dry mouth it resulted in that woke me up every 2 hours through the night…because hey, it bought me a little extra time to plan that room a little better!
That and you can’t ever regret a cheesy stuffed crust, right?
