So THIS is Nesting

Last time around we were renting and I had an incredible ability to overlook all of the things that ought to be taken care of before a baby comes into your home because it wasn’t ‘ours.’  I overlooked it until I walked through our back door with a wee behbeh in a huge car seat and royally freaked out.  I burst into tears about how the baby had no special place, how I had not made things perfect for him, how he would know that I hadn’t decorated a room especially for him.  And then Jud looked terrified and I still couldn’t stop myself.  I sobbed and sobbed and he went to the drug store to get me more pain medication.  Did I ever mention that he is a saint?  He is.  And very brave too. 

So this time around, we have this house and I can feel the bizarre pull to make sure that we finally hang something above the fireplace and fix that leaky faucet and replace the toilet seats and pull the fridge out to vacuum behind it and buy another rocker/recliner and and and.  Tonight while Tony Evans was supposed to be encouraging me about my calling, I was instead wondering what Jenn would buy from Hobby Lobby to put on our mantle.  For real.  That’s what I was thinking.  One of our sweet attenders was busy having a moment with the Holy Spirit giving her life direction and I was lost in thought about hurricane lamps.  Yeah.  I am awesome.  Also, Jud may need to get a second job to pay for all of the things that have been adding up on my list of ‘things to buy/change/update before baby comes home’.  Did I ever mention that he is a saint?  Oh, right.  

On a very personal note, persons with issues of any kind or work for me to do should not attempt to contact me on Friday from 11am until sometime after the baby arrives.  I am cashing in a Christmas gift card for a 90-minute prenatal massage and all that goodness I’ll feel tomorrow is going to need to last just about ten more weeks.  You’ve been notified.