Yesterday, shit got done. Like for real got done. Meaning: Ikea.

It was time. Thus, crib, mattress, sheets, dresser {to double as a changing table, too}, and a storage unit were loaded up and loaded in.

No doubt there will be quite a few more trips to the Big I, but at least I feel like I’ve made some true headway on this nursery/room. I plan on being able to use everything for the next couple years — even the crib doubles as a toddler bed. I’m all about maximizing my efforts here. No need to reinvent the wheel.

It’s indeed quite a strange thing to purchase an actual mattress you know your child is going to sleep on, yet you don’t even know your child yet. I’m sure this is also me just looking too into things, but I can’t help it … it got my mind reeling on so many different fronts … from looks to personality to ice cream preferences — that one will have to wait a while, but it’s obvs very important.

While I still have to remind myself at times that I’m even preg, yesterday felt … real. I am, of course, always feeling Baby FOH … The Babe is a little ass kicker, for sure. I’ve been laid up the past few days feeling so rough, but there’s nothing about me that screams, pregnant lady!, and I am still extremely thankful for that.

Now. I just need to convince FOH to stay put … not to get any of those wild and crazy ideas about arriving early. The least this kid can do is come during Taurus … right?!