I breathe a small sigh of relief as I enter into my third trimester. Some might say this small sigh is more of a gasp as I'm continually out of breath at this point, but call it what you will. Jeremy and I have both been warned that with the third trimester comes the nesting instinct. This is the idea that we have to do all we can now to get ready for these babies, so that their arrival at home is the best it can be. For me, it seems to be more about control. I have no control over how and when these babies will arrive, but color-coding their onsies, organizing the garage, cleaning the refrigerator twice in a week, all is totally within my control. Either way, the nesting took over this weekend after a nightmare of a week last week. The furniture was delivered last week and it is the wrong color, we ordered a lighter wood. At this point they are saying they can order it (again) and fix their mistake, but it would take 14 weeks and honestly, we don't have 14 weeks, so we are going to make it work. Here is the week in pictures...
School Firsts
13 years ago
