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I suppose this kid's gonna need somewhere to sleep...

As an avid blog stalker reader, I have been following several stories of other families who have struggled with infertility and am actually just days separated from Liz & her hubby at Wishing on a Snowflake who adopted embryos and actually had her transfer the same week I did and we both got positive results.

I read her blog today and saw the amazing nursery they're putting together for their daughter and I realized something kind of important...

Holy shit.

This kid is going to need somewhere to sleep.  
And we're already almost 14 weeks deep.

I suspect it's much like the wedding.  I was never really the girl who dreamed about her wedding day in great detail.  I was too busy hoping to find the right person, the details didn't matter.  I feel like I've been so busy wishing, hoping, praying, stabbing myself with needles, etc to give this some real deep thought.  Remember when we moved in to our apartment and Porch was all like "We could raise someone here" and I thought it was hilarious?

Well now I'm kind of wondering how to pull together this nursery situation.

We don't own our unit so I'm really not going to get too crazy with a room for the baby.  We'll probably just move the guest room furniture (minus that ghetto Ikea dresser) to the front sun room as it has great light, good ventilation, and heat (big plus) and make that room the baby's.  Which means I guess we should start looking at baby furniture, right?  The only thing we're certain about is that we want one of those cribs that will convert over time and grow with the baby to become a regular bed down the road.  That's it.  Ha.  We're terrible at this.  I think I'm still at a place of not wanting to jinx anything.

I would say that I've been collecting ideas on Pinterest, but many of those are over-the-top crazy bananas, paint everything kind of ideas.  I don't know how long we'll stay here (or even if we'll stay for sure in March (which I guess we better hurry up and decide on) so I don't want to get carried away.  I don't want to have to repaint everything when we move, I really don't have the patience for that.

I guess it's time to dig in and start planning for the arrival of this child whom we will raise... in between naps.  It's so amazing to have a good excuse to nap!

xoxo



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