...of being ready for this baby!

I'm not yet. Ready, that is. But I am almost there. And I am only mostly there because I can't even imagine how much bigger I am going to get by the end, if I'm already out of room at 27 weeks! I hope this baby doesn't make me explode.

I am NOT ready for actually having a baby in the house. The "nursery" is still a prayer room with a bunch of toys and clothes and bedding piled up in a chair. The other rooms of the house are pretty unorganized and not ready for all of the shifting that is going to have to happen. And I haven't yet done all of the "business" things that I wanted to start before he gets here. I wanted to get my etsy shop up and running, but this sounds so much easier than it actually is. We'll see how far that gets before November...

On an optimistic note, I have started a better food/cooking routine for Quinn and I. Up until this point in our marriage, I have been a skillet dinner, frozen pizza, boxed meals kinda wife. I had to be that kind of wife because I wanted to be a good teacher and director. Now that I am not a teacher and director, I want to be a more attentive, healthy, creative, from-scratch kinda wife. So I made a two week menu and actually went shopping for the things that I would need. We have now successfully had one full week of home cooked dinners that haven't been all that bad! We've had all of the staples: Breaded chicken and salad, spaghetti squash, homemade pizza, Chinese chicken salad... I think tonight is salmon quiche (thanks, mom). So that's been a feat in itself!

My next feat is being productive even when I don't have anything "pressing" to do. The truth is that I have a lot of pressing things to do, but I don't think of them as such. So I end up sitting on the couch for most of the day, watching Law and Order and making cute little amigurumi animals for baby presents .

But I need to get used to having something to do all of the time and actually being motivated to do it, because in less than three months that will absolutely be the case, right?!

Whew. Less ready than I realized, I think... Perhaps God knew what He was doing when He made pregnancy 9 months rather than 1 or 2. We definitely need some time to prepare our houses, our attitudes, our minds, and our hearts.

I'd say I'm about 2/3rds ready :)

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