In some ways 23 weeks seems like not very far along in a pregnancy, but 23 weeks also means 17 weeks left, and now that seems scary close to me. The future baby’s room is my current office and Johannes’ old play room. A whole lot of work needs to be done to make this tiny room liveable. The number one problem is lack of closet space…I guess 100 years ago people didn’t always need closets? Johannes demanded that he help his dad set up the crib in his brother’s room a while ago, but now I am also getting to a point where I’d like to de-clutter my basement. To go through the boxes of clothing and baby items, sort through what to keep and what to give away, and make some sense of what’s to come. But I want to do that once I have a place to put all the clothing and baby things. And so Saturday morning Michael and I headed to IKEA. We had a little lunch and picked out wardrobes from the STUVA line. I need to add how genius these wardrobes are. They are a pain in the behind to put together, but they’re so well thought out and the clean design is great! And so by the end of the day Sunday we had our new baby’s wardrobes in place. Now I need to accessorize, sort through baby things, dismantle my desktop and desk, bring up the dresser/change table and give it a makeover…and I think I’m all done. It sounds simpler than it is I have numerous lofty ideas for crafty DIY projects, but its ok, I still have 17 weeks to go.
On a whole different topic I need to admit that I’ve been very stressed and worried about my job situation. My current contract ends at the end of June, and its a very real possibility that the client may not extend me until the end of August as I would like. In the long term for me this means I cannot stay home as long as I would like to with my new baby boy, and that stings. And then this morning I heard the tragic story about a mom, someone I don’t know but we are both moms after all, so we connect on some level. This mom, this family, tragically lost their little boy to a horrible accident. In the blink of an eye an entire family, a whole community is changed forever. I can’t fathom what they’re going through as parents. The truth is I don’t want to ever know that kind of loss, I don’t know that I’d be strong enough to move forward. But what I do know is that what matters most, what’s critically important to my every day happiness, is not in any way related to my job. What is important and truly valuable is my family. Johannes, this little baby inside me who I don’t know visually but feel so connected to already, my husband, my parents, my brother and everyone else around me who participates in my daily life and who is truly invested in my happiness. That is what matters. So what will be will be.