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On Friday, December 12, we welcomed the most precious little boy into our lives, Carter Joseph. Just one day shy of his official due date. I took a quick bump photo that morning before heading to work, though I'm not sure why. Looking back, I suppose it was intuition that this was my last chance to capture that belly. Lo and behold, 12 hours later, I was holding Carter in my arms.  Here's his birth story, for my own record (and your *curiosity/entertainment*?). At work that Friday morning I had irregular contractions, ranging 10-25 minutes apart. They weren't strong enough that I couldn't continue about my day, so I assumed they were Braxton Hicks. They stayed pretty irregular, but by 12pm I was feeling very uncomfortable sitting at my desk. Added to the fact that I didn't have much work to do, I tracked down my boss and he readily agreed that I could work from home the rest of the day. (He was always afraid I'd go into labor in the office). I headed ...

I say last "days" hoping it is just a matter of days, but it could be another two weeks. Eeesh. I'm doing just fine, and shouldn't be thinking about the timing. But I am, for both emotional and superficial reasons.  Emotionally, I am just done  with this pregnancy and really eager to meet my child and know who he/she is. I'm ready to hold him/her in my arms, give them the name we picked out, and take them home to cuddle forever. It's such a wild thought that I write this now and could be holding my baby tomorrow (or, if I'm anything like my sister, a few hours from now). I can't wait. And superficially? I don't want my child to have a birthday super close to Christmas. And I would love to feel a bit settled in with the new babe before our family holiday festivities begin. I know, it's silly. Clearly, this child will arrive when he/she is meant to, and ready. And if that means it is on December 23rd, I just have to accept that. My child will n...

The baby's nursery has been a long project, and I'm thrilled that it's just about finished. It used to be our "workout/extra lounge/storage" space, and now, a precious space for our sweet babe. I didn't have an exact vision for the space, aside from the color scheme and a few furnishings I knew we'd have. If anything, I felt anxiety over how to make this room perfect. After all, I'm no interior decorator, as evident with the rest of our house, and this was the first room that we have painted and made a real transformation with. Throughout this pregnancy, I scoured Pinterest for hours looking for ideas, wandered aisles for decor and inspiration, and stared at the blank walls hoping something would come to me. While I can't say it's perfectly designed, I'm happy with how it turned out. (And frankly, I know that our child will not care one bit about the color, or what is hanging on the walls, or how coordinated it looks). I imagine that ...