The Final Countdown...

So did you actually sing the tune "The Fi-nal Countdownnnnn" in your head when you read that? Because I totally did as I was writing it. 

Anyways, we are in the final week; this coming Thursday, June 7, is the actual due date. Wow, I can't believe we are here already! I am well aware that she may decide to hang out a while since she has no idea that June 7 is supposed to be a big party day, and being my daughter, she would be fashionably late. But just knowing that any moment could be THE moment is both exciting and nerve wracking. Every little movement, ache, pain, or slight difference in how I feel has heightened both of our awareness significantly. We've kept busy today straightening the house (yes, AGAIN, I don't want a speck of dust anywhere; I'm being a real freak about it) and resting. Everyone has been telling me, rest, rest, rest! Watch crappy tv! Don't do anything! Enjoy every moment of nothingness! And that sounds wonderful, but I just haven't been able to do that until this past week, and that was only because I got sick. I guess it was just a summer cold, but I had congestion, coughing, sneezing, and sore throat. It really threw me into a panic because the last thing I want is to be sick when the time comes. Then someone told me you can't get an epidural if you're sick. Uh, okay! That's not good! And I don't want them to keep her from me because I'm germy. Luckily, I'm on the mend. All symptoms have subsided except my chapped nose and a little congestion. I'm sticking to my Robitussin like glue until it's gone. The only good thing about it is that it did make me stop and rest for two or three days. I laid up in bed watching all my DVR list and crappy tv I wanted. And yesterday I felt good enough to go get a mani/pedi and my hair done. I'm not going into the hospital with raggedy nails or roots, for the love of God. And after today's cleaning session, all systems are go.
Many people have been asking me to post pictures of Hayden's nursery, and the only reason I hadn't yet is because I'm waiting on the final piece: 4 paintings by an artist I commissioned to hang above her crib. The awesome thing is-- I've known this artist my whole life! She used to live down the street from me growing up, and her mom was my art teacher growing up. She's currently working on the pieces and is close to being finished, but they aren't quite done yet. Here is what they will look like:

However, I decided that I couldn't wait any longer to post pics of the nursery before she arrives. There are a ton of owls, of course. I tried to count them one day and got somewhere around sixty. Most of them came from family and friends; and what I love about that is that every time I look at one of those owls, I think of that person. It's like everyone put a little piece of themselves in her room. That is delights my heart in so many ways.
The rocking chair is the one my dad gave to my mom when I was born. It used to be in my classroom, but now I get to rock my baby to sleep in it. The wreath was made by my cousin, Shannon. You'll see in one of the bottom pictures that we have a stuffed Sasha Cat, and the cross stitching in the same picture is something my mom did for me when I was born. It's always hung in my room and now I've passed it on to my baby girl.
So, without further adieu, and for your viewing pleasure, may I present..... Hayden's Nursery. Hope you like.

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