I feel a little stuck.
I want to do all of my ‘nesting’ before I’m as big as a house and can’t. But to do that, I have to move the bed to get the baby furniture in.
To do that, I need to get Wonder Boy a Big Boy Bed so we can have the crib back.
To do that, I need to organize the spare room closet to move stuff in since we need to reorganize Wonder Boy’s closet to get the clothes out of the dresser.
To do that… and going and going.
It’s a matter of not sure where to start, and a matter of my office is still messy and that has to be clean so all of the extra things can go in there.
Maybe even the guest bed, so I can move it out and the baby furniture in.
Which will eventually be downstairs since I’m sure to be a repeat cesarean and I will be stuck on a floor for a couple of weeks.
I am not sleeping on the sofa.
To take over the playroom as a mini-downstairs nursery (only room that can be closed off and made dark) I have to rearrange a bunch of toys.
Which need to go upstairs in Wonder Boy’s Room.
Where I have to reorganize everything.
Gah.
On top of this, other things brew in my mind.
The kitchen, where most of the big pots are downstairs and I’d have to bed WAY over to grab them.
I need to make frozen meals eventually.
Not to mention I need to get all of the baby stuff from storage, organize, find anything missing and then can do a gift registry in case someone throws me a baby shower (sprinkle?).
But all of that baby stuff needs to go in the baby’s room, which is the guest bedroom with the bed.
It’s a vicious cycle.
A hard one to start, especially when people have been sick and I lost an entire weekend to resting. Finally, after days of Mr. Wonder coming home and collapsing on the couch.
Anyone who has a spouse that works outdoors understands.
And so many little things- getting laundry done, getting kitchen cleaned, little stepz that slowly make big progress but for now just leave me frustrated when I see the big picture.
At least I am not waiting till the last minute, I guess?
All the while I pin things that make me baby-happy.
Did you have a lot of work to do preparing for a baby the second time around? Or was it a walk in the park?
Ugh… I never got that “nesting” instinct so I was always behind on what I should have done. I went somewhat far on my second kid and got him a crib set up. He was super easy though, and I never did much. He’s still pretty low-key!
I sometimes wonder if I did have a second if I would do the nesting thing. All the to-do I did for Sofia, and she never even slept in her room (or her two cribs! LOL).
I had my boys 18 months apart so I hadn’t even put anything away when the second was coming. I don’t know that I did much to prepare. It was such a sleep deprived blur.
I’ll tell ya something…when I was pregnant both times, I lived in such a small apartment in NYC that two seconds’ worth of tidying up was all that was needed to satisfy my nesting instinct (no room to buy tons of baby stuff, either). But back then I had a pet parrot, and when I was like 8 months pregnant I couldn’t find her for almost a week. Finally I found her in a low cabinet in the kitchen, she had dragged an old magazine in there and shredded it and was sitting on the shredded papers. That’s right: My pregnancy hormones made my BIRD nest.
True story.
Love that story!
What I did when 2nd one arrive was to make the TV room into a room for my 1st one, it was lots of work.
I actually have no idea how moms handle pregnancy the second or more go around. How they juggle the day to day with the exhaustion etc is unreal. Just reading your article though made me get panicked. lol So maybe just tackle super small tasks daily. It’s great you are thinking about it now because we only really got started on her room a couple weeks before and it’s still not perfect (although she’s staying with us).
I’d help but I can’t lift jack. But I’m here if you need to talk.
I had this same problem while preggo with #2 last year. I never did finish preparing and he’s almost 2 months now lol.
Oh lady, I don’t know what to say to that — I got anxiety reading it! Except this: everything always gets done, doesn’t it? Somehow life continues to move forward… I take comfort in that.