I think I’m ready. As ready as you can be. I’ve have my pre-baby pedicure, my hair done, my other kids stuff in order…and it looks like someone threw up blush and
bashful all over my nursery. Mission accomplished.
I should be sleeping right now before my 4:45 am check-in at the hospital tomorrow but I figured the chances of me actually being able to sleep tonight are pretty slim. Anxiety has taken over. I have to keep telling myself people have babies all the time. Please just tell me everything will be okay.
Take a look at this pink cluster in the corner of baby girl’s room. I became a little obsessed trying to recreate it ever since I saw it spotted on Pottery Barn’s website.
Every time I look at it, I’m reminded why I never do crafts; a) I’m not good at them. b) Anything craft that should take one hour, takes me five.
I made the fabric pom poms myself and then my husband and I spent hours last night trying to hang it all up so it looked pretty. Three hours of my life I will never have back.