Nursery Unveiling.

I'll probably never think it's "done," because I can't imagine in my current nesting-state being fully satisfied and content with anything to do with creating a home for my daughter. But the nursery is finally done-ish.

Back in October my mom bought us the most wonderful gift--an antique mural, from the 1920s, found in a store called Wonders on Woodland in East Nashville. It's taken this long for Jason and I to actually get back down to our old neighborhood with a pick-up truck and rope ready to pick it up.

Today, we finally succeeded. And with the help of Jason's amazingly gracious dad we got it hung perfectly and the last touches on the nursery put in place.

The dress in the middle--a gift from my mom's best friend, Trey. I foresee many games of dress-up in its future.

The pillow in the back right says "Oye with the Poodles already," one of my favorite Christmas gifts of all time (also from my mother). I'll just say the quote is from Gilmore Girls, and if you actually know its context and love it as much as I do, then I love you.

The books are a combination of an incredibly generous gift from my best friend Meagan, including several of the classics like Angelina Ballerina and Goodnight Moon, just to name a few, and also a collection of books from my childhood gathered from my parents' house.

The print on this Baby Book encompasses so many of my favorite things. Birds, stark black decals, and the juxtaposition of primary colors. A gift from one of favorite people, Morgan, who found it in a store in her neighborhood in Brooklyn.

The chair is from the same vintage store in East Nashville where we found the painting.

All I did was watch Jason guide the painting onto the back of the truck and okay the positioning of the painting on the wall. And I'm exhausted.

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29 Weeks Pregnant.

I remember when it was the fourth of July and I was lamenting that my beer and pool days were over for the summer, thanks to the pregnant interruption. I remember when it was September, and I couldn't believe it was already Fall and I was nearing the second trimester. I remember the week leading up to Halloween, when I was finishing up my last few days of working overnight and I felt like November first--my last day--would never come. I remember thinking about the holidays, Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, New Year's, our six-year anniversary, and Adelyn's due date, and how much stomach stretching and discomfort and gas pains I had yet to come.

And here I sit, Thanksgiving weekend behind me. The day before December, for God's sakes, and I can't for the life of me figure out where all the time went. My 29 week (as of this past Saturday) pregnancy update from BabyCenter.com told me I was in the home stretch. The home stretch! How did this happen?

Just yesterday I was crying on my floor after that ill-fated trip to the toilet at the end of June, wondering how in the world I was going to handle being a mother. Now, I'm in a new apartment--one with an empty room with a freaking changing table in it--and nearly every one of my thoughts is consumed with her, my daughter, Adelyn.

And the fears have changed--it's no longer how am I going to be a mother, but when will we have her nursery done? All of her baby clothes washed? Am I going to rent a breast pump or take the plunge and buy one? Will she be born early or close to her due date? Is my chosen crib in the new list of recalls? Dr. Brown's baby bottles or something else? Is the Boppy really worth the hype, and did I leave anything off my baby registry?

Who have I become? I genuinely would not recognize myself--my thoughts, fears, or body, for that matter--if I'd been able to catch a glimpse back this summer. She's not even here yet, and I already feel like a mother.

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