"Oh Crap, That's ME"

That's what I thought while reading my sister-in-law's last post on her blog "Shannon and Ross". One of her pet peeves is people who post infrequently on their blog and I have a sneaking suspicion I might fall into that category every now and then. So, in an attempt to stir up some blog fodder I grabbed my camera and took a few photos of the new baby's room.

This pregnancy has been so different than how it was with Liam, the biggest difference being my state of mind. When I was pregnant with Liam my thoughts were inundated with the pregnancy, baby, labor, etc. This time around I feel so much more relaxed and at peace with everything. Which is a good thing. I think. But I also think that when this sweet little girl arrives I might be in for a huge, gigantic I need to hyperventilate into a narcotic-laced paper bag panic attack. I just don't feel as mentally prepared for her as I did with Liam. What will life be like with a newborn AND Liam? If I lose my sacred quiet time while Liam naps, or more correctly, WHEN I lose it, will I be able to maintain some semblance of sanity? I love this 80% chance little girl growing inside of me. There is no doubt of that. I just know life will be altered in thousands of unforeseeable ways and that, well, doesn't sit well with me. The point of this tangent is to say I sewed this crib set and organized the changing table in hopes of furthering my mental preparedness. If I see her room, and actively intercept Liam from destroying her room, every day maybe a part of me won't think "How did this happen? I was pregnant?" the day or night she fully comes into our lives.

The black and white (with a hint of pink) crib. The crib skirt is black with white little butterflies. The sheet is black and white checkers. And you can see the bumper.