Nursery Sneak Peak!

Pregnancy is the happiest time to feel like crap.

Behold the nursery!!!!

The lucky baby's nursery.

Clearly, we are ready for this baby to come.

But don't you worry, because instead of dealing with this mess, Rod is at Lowe's buying wood to build my dining table and I'm here blogging. Priorities, people!

Pax seems to be the only one concerned about our lack of preparation. We usually leave the nursery door closed (out of sight, out of mind), but every time Paxton walks into the abyss of mess, he comments that "this is a problem.... the baby won't like this....".

My to-do list is exhausting. I mean, we still have to name the little squish, or at the VERY least, come up with a list. And obviously the nursery needs some major work. On and on and on the list goes. Thank heaven for Amazon and online shopping because I am OVER being pregnant in the summer. Shopping half-naked, bouncing on my birth ball at my desk (you're welcome for the visual) is much more comfortable than leaving the house fully clothed.