NESTING FOR NOVEMBER
🌷Our baby girl has been kicking up a storm (primarily at night, right when Kimmy is ready to rest…) Oh, how I wish I could feel all her movements; unfortunately, because of the placenta placement, only Kimmy can feel the flutters, kicks, and somersaults of our little one right now.
I thought I would feel a little more disconnected from our daughter during this 9+ months of gestation, but quite the opposite, I feel SO connected to her. Sure, a lot of that is due to knowing what it took to get her here and knowing she is 100% ours, but, credit must also be given to Kimmy. Kimmy’s constant updates, her willingness to let Phil and me poke her belly (trying to get Baby to move) and talk to our baby through belly. The four of us are in this little pregnancy bubble together. It’s a unique scenario, sure, but one that I can’t imagine going more beautifully than it is, and that’s all due to Kimmy. Except for myself, there’s no other person I can imagine carrying our daughter.
The other thing I have done to feel connected to our baby has been working on her nursery (something I started months ago.) Building her future bedroom, hanging up her itty bitty clothes, even unwrapping the diaper pail, have all made me feel like a nesting mom. Build the nursery. The baby will come. That’s why I started so long ago (despite some people’s cautioning me to do so.)
But this little lady’s nursery hasn’t just brought me close to her, it has brought my parents right into her little life. Both have been by my side helping me bring my nursery vision to life. This past weekend, my dad, and my mom, spent the entire time constructing, wallpapering and painting this room. Phil was no help, as I told him he’s not allowed in the nursery until it’s done. And I have zero construction capabilities, so my skills were limited to eyeballing where I wanted the curtain rod to go. Regardless, I’m not sure I have ever seen my parents so happy. They are already such a massive part of our daughter’s life, and the fact that they are creating her own special space, is more meaningful than I can put into writing.
Baby is the first grandchild for my parents, the first granddaughter for Phil’s, and my brother’s only niece. I’m not sure she’ll ever truly grasp the magnitude of that, but we certainly are. This baby has forever changed all our lives before she takes her first breath.
Thinking about what the future holds from here on out is truly magical. Thinking of what it will be like to see my brother walk Baby through is garden, watching my mom bake with her, seeing my dad crawl around on the floor with her. These are visions that are so close to becoming our reality. We simply cannot wait.🌷
