Well would you know it that I am now 2 days past my due date.... pure crazyness. It's literally driving me a bit crazy. The past 2 weeks I have stayed up all night thinking she was coming and then falling asleep at 7 am and waking up at 1, 2 or even gasp.... 3 pm realizing she still isn't budging. I have been walking an hour every night, drinking water, eating spicy foods, bouncing around on an exercise ball and all those other crazy things that supposedly induce labor. I am just determined to let her choose the due date I guess. I really want to experience my water just breaking and the surprise of it all so I just keep waiting even though I could have chose to have her in my arms last week.
Even with all the anxious pressure and morning texts from all of my family wondering when she is coming I still think that god is going to have her come at just the right moment. I have had more than enough time to finish everything. I made her everything I wanted to make for her room including a mobile, a painting and a dream catcher. I washed all her clothes and even painted her some cute onesies. I have all the "stations" set up and really now I am just looking for extra things that could be done.
Honestly it's hard to focus on my business, blog or my personal goals even though I so badly want to get back to those things because I feel like I am waiting on her. I am accepting it though and it's nice to slow down and just relax.
As you can see Juniper's Room is a mismash masterpiece... a perfect reflection of her momma. The only thing we bought was a 90 dollar crib for her room and my mom splurged on the cutest bed spread. The rocking chair was my grandmas... recovered by my mom. My mom also recovered the cute footstool by the window. We actually garbage picked the shelf and changing table (not pictured)... last summer before we knew baby was coming. Above her bed I decided to hang a vintage quilt top for her to gaze up at. My mom says the room looks very stimulating lol which was actually my goal. I originally wanted to paint the crib a bright color and have all the furniture kind of match but that didn't happen. I was happy with the end result though which some how comes together for me.
Putting together a babies room was probably one of the most frustrating tasks for me. I had a hard time dealing with the fact that I was taking over another room in my mom's house and that I didn't have money to buy all these wonderful, perfectly new things. Every time I did something whether it was choosing a paint color or picking out the crib... I would think I liked it and then a week later hate it. However I had to deal with it so visits into the room were only when I felt the urge once in a blue moon. My sisters and mom would ask when I was going to work on it and that frustrated me more. It was a slow process that ended with me swinging in the rocking chair looking up at the mobile last week in tears. It marks a end of a chapter for me or more like the end of the first book in a series.
I am so thankful... god is good, life is sweet and moments in your life are memories before you can even think twice.