Martha Stewart has nothing on me

Ok, Martha has a lot on me....but this nesting thing is sending my craftyness into high gear. Between scrapblog.com and Mod Podge - I am going to have some cool projects coming into the house.





I mean seriously - if I had known about digital scrap booking a few years ago I would have saved a ton of money from going to the scrap book store. Although the baby's first year I will do old school scrap style I can't wait to make some more books.......here is my first page I ever made on scrapblog.com:

Moving right along....now I will Mod Podge the hell out of everything I own.....my first project is going to be the switch plate covers in Lil B's room. I took the arm rest covers on the chair in her room, will color copy them, then MP them on the switch plates - beats spending 18 bucks each on fancy ones at Anthropologie.

The largest project I really want to MP will be the single closet door in her room and my dresser. I have lofty goals but I cant wait - I'm just stoked that I have found solutions for my decorating drama!!!!

I'm such a Martha.

Fading

Im soooooo tired today - I had about ten different things I wanted to write about. But all I can think about is sleeping. This third trimester has taken the wind out of my sails.

I think it has something to do with all this snoring, which is a result of my membranes in my nose getting puffy from the baby. I thought they were joking when I heard this was a side effect - guess not! It has gotten so bad Monkey is sleeping in the other room and last night I woke myself up from the snoring.....only to find Chena with her paws in my head, snoring just as loudly.

The back is also hurting and so are the feet. I mean - OMG - my feet are killing me. Usually after a day of running around they are sore - but yesterday? I wanted to cry they hurt so bad.....

All I can say is this baby better be cute!

The first of three....

Saturday night, after my baby shower I was snuggled into bed and snoring away with Mr Pooh at my feet. Momma Beans was in the baby's room sleeping with my husband. Yes, this is our new living arrangement until the pregnancy snores go away in a few weeks. I swear we have turned into some old couple from the 60's with this shit.

Anyhow, around 1 am the dogs go nuts, Beans comes running out of the bedroom in a frenzy barking at the neighbors pulling into the driveway. My husband and I meet in the middle and I see that it is not my neighbors cars. And it hits me - neighbor #1 is having her baby! (three of us are all pregnant and due within weeks of each other)

I was filled in on all the details by her friends: hard labor for a few hours, epidural at 4 pm, baby at 1045 pm - everyone was happy and healthy. I started to envision myself at that place in a few more weeks and had a mild panic attack. I almost wanted to say, "Whew glad she went first on the ride!"

Then, yesterday right before they all got home the Monkey comes into the house in a panic - no one has put up a welcome home sign or anything for neighbor......so him and I got crafty. I did a big banner and he got out the crayons and started coloring. Who knew my husband was a Martha at heart?

Sign was hung, people came home and we chatted with grand mom for a bit out front. As we were driving away to meet up with friends for dinner it hit me: That is going to be my house in about 70 days. Grand moms and friends, signs and balloons, BBQ and beer, well wishers and sore nipples, poppy diapers and cries......and finally meeting Lil B.

It is hitting home faster than a Jonathan Papelbon fastball at Fenway.....and I'm ready to swing