Baby Shower Turned Downpour

I've never been a napper, even as a baby {sorry Mom!} but lately all I want to do is nap.  Morning nap during Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, an afternoon nap while Camden is taking his own little snooze, and, heck, I even get an evening nap in most days when Roy gets home from work.  {It's a miracle I haven't accidentally drowned myself in the bathtub yet.}

This pattern has less to do with my being physically exhausted and more to do with the sudden realization that my opportunities to nap have almost run dry.  The countdown to two children is SO on, people!

This last month of pregnancy has been a blur of cardboard boxes and plastic totes.  We didn't move far, so every day for two weeks I just took a few carloads of stuff over the the new house.  I thought I would unpack as I went and be super organized and awesome.  But... naps got in the way.

So we're wriggling just enough order into the chaos to bring a new baby home.

Actually, it's other people who have been wriggling the order into our lives.  I've had awesome friends bringing us dinners, moving furniture, organizing, and scrubbing baseboards.  Things that I simply would not have been able to do on my own at nine months pregnant were taken care of by this little army of people I love.  And if that wasn't enough, we were thrown baby showers to make sure we have everything we need for Baby Girl.

Since this isn't my first pregnancy I was happily surprised when my little army offered to throw a baby shower.  And then my Sahuarita friends offered to have me down and throw a shower.  And then my aunt!  And then Roy's office!!!  And suddenly we were in a downpour of love I never wanted to escape.

The beautiful shower my aunts put on was combined with my grandma's 81st birthday.  It made for a really super awesome party.  {And no one knows yet just how appropriate the combination was.}

Two of my cousins are also expecting girls.  So exciting!  Even though I look like a dried apple that swallowed a watermelon, I had to include this pic for posterity.

I loved catching up with so many people in Tucson.  And baby girl got to meet her future college roommate, who has the yummiest leg rolls! 

Loved the shower thrown by friends up here.  Sadly I didn't get a picture of everyone who was there, but these are all the important people.  {I joke!}  

 It was fun, and the little games were perfect.  Not one single person under-guessed the size of my belly, but that didn't stop me from eating all the amazing desserts.

Same problem with this picture--I didn't think to get a group shot until several people had left already.  Hanging out with this my Sahuarita crowd was so much fun, I miss them!  Haven't laughed that hard in who-knows-how-long.

And visiting down south means I get to see this adorable dude too...

 No pictures were taken at the shower Roy's work threw for us, but it was so sweet.  We are lucky Roy gets to work with such nice, good people.  {And we're lucky that they like him, haha!}

When people find out that I've just moved into a new house a week before my due date they look at me warily, like I might snap at any moment.  "Are you okay?  Are you freaking out?"

Clearly I should be freaking out, but I have waaaay too much support to allow me to fall into that.  Instead I feel totally at peace with everything, and overwhelmed with love!  We are beyond blessed.

Now to relax and take a nap.

Nesting: A True Tale of Organized Hysteria

 It all started when I was lazily scrolling through Instagram during Cam's nap time.  Me, the couch, and a bag of trail mix.  Typical preggo break.  I came across a post from a friend from college, sharing a pic of her organized-looking house and giving credit to  The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering.

A switch was flipped.  I got up off that couch and didn't sit back down for two weeks!  {Ok, well two weeks from when the library finally got the book on hold for me.}

I'm sure it's an inspiring self-help whether you're pregnant or not but... you guys, it was all I thought about.  I spent my days decluttering and spent my nights dreaming about organizing.  Seriously.  It was bordering on obsessive.  Or maybe it just sneaked right past the border, I was too distracted to notice.

Thus the nesting began.

And I wasn't just gonna half-ass this thing.  No.  The Japanese lady tells me to talk to my clothes?  I talk to my clothes.  No questions asked.

One day Roy came home to a gigantic pile of every article of clothing in the whole house, and me sitting in the middle of it holding a belt and saying, "You did a great job keeping my pants up in high school.  Thank you for your service."  Then I threw it in the discard pile, which was nearly three times the size of the keep pile.  {I mean, if I'm keeping belts from high school, obviously I've had a problem.}

Of course Roy couldn't resist making fun of me.  And he certainly wasn't a fan of the daily put-everything-of-each-category-in-a-giant-pile strategy.  But I was playing by the rules, no matter how weird.  I even took it a step further by concentrating these piles on our bed, for extra motivation.  If we wanted to sleep that night, we needed to get through that day's category!

Totally normal, right?

But eventually who got on the bandwagon?  Roy.  In no time he was talking to his clothes too.  {Albeit in a sarcastic tone, which I'm sure his poor, sensitive clothing didn't appreciate.}  The thing is, you can't argue with results!

What we always called our "Narnia Closet" became something we could actually walk through!

PS - I took all of these "after" pictures today -- about two months after the initial purge.  Still organized!  Even our socks!  What, you don't fold your socks?  Well look up the Kon Mari method of folding.  Change your life.

We went through everything.  I never realized how much crap we held onto!  Seriously, we were just six cats shy of being on the hoarder show.  But thanks to my nesting hysteria, we soon we had bags and bags of discarded items filling up our garage.  At the end I was parking in the driveway to make room.  Nuts!  I alone had 9 large trash bags of clothes to get rid of.  Roy had 5 bags.  And there were books, jewelry, shoes, board games, cords, decor, it was an endless sea of junk.

A few weeks later that sea of junk made us some decent money at a garage sale.  We joined with a few other family friends and made a killing with our combined efforts.  So worth it.

In the meantime the house got organized down to the last Lego.  Everything has a place, and we are surrounded only by the stuff that we actually care about.  Most importantly, the end goal was realized: we dusted off our crib and set it up in our cleaned out office-turned-nursery.  Woohoo!

And then...

We signed a lease for a new house.


True story.

Enter a whole new kind of nesting.  The boxing kind.

Now to top off this post, a few pics of a cute boy enjoying spring, and pretty oblivious to the huge changes coming his way.