Here's a quick nesting story for you. We moved the TV out of our living room and had an extra TV stand. I put it by the closet where Conan puts his dry cleaning. After a few days of having a table with shirts on it, I decided it needed a basket. Cut to me, walking a mile and a half home from Pier One with 5 different baskets attached to every area of our stroller (with Chris in it). I cannot imagine what a crazy person I looked like. I felt like I needed a sign that said "Nesting pregnant woman, don't judge!". I am very happy now that we have a basket for Chris' stuffed animals, and balls, and my fabric scraps... and our keys. Okay, maybe I went a little overboard : ).
Monday, February 7, 2011
28 Weeks
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