In all my nesting urges lately, I finally made the huge, ginormous Big Girl Room switch for Emeline. As in, she helped me move in all her clothing yesterday, her closet is full, her stuffed animals now live there (in her bed, duh), and it feels like her own place now. So with that, we pumped her up all day that this was now her new room, shut the door to the nursery, and she slept in there last night without much trouble at all. She did, however say "no this bed!" and pointed to her nursery door--but we had to tell her that room isn't set up to be her room anymore, so then she told me "Bye Mommy!" and only wanted Declan. He read to her, coaxed her into her bed, and off to dreamland she went. Fine by me if it worked. I'm thankful that it did.
I'm currently drinking coffee & eating my peanut butter english muffin in peace while staring at my sleeping toddler in her big bed over the monitor. I'm not getting ahead of myself yet--we still have naptime to conquer today. Lord, help.
Scratching my head:
You know how doctors 'measure' you while you're pregnant and say that you're either exactly on track, a week or two ahead, or a week or two behind all based on belly size and some measurement? Yea. I don't really get it.
The thing is, yesterday at my appointment the doctor told me I measure perfectly on track for 32'ish weeks. But when I was pregnant with Emeline, I also measured on track (if not a week BEHIND) the entire time.
But then I see a side by side and I was so much bigger with Emeline at this stage. So, yea--I really don't get how it all works.
I mentioned in a super quick blurb that I got to meet up with my long time (we're talking years) blog friend, Jess a few days ago. It's true. After a few failed attempts due to sick kids (seriously, she has 4), and one time a sick me--we finally made it work. It was fantastic. We did the whole no-kids thing which was extra fun to add the whole 'relaxing' part to the gig, too. Plus I was majorly in need of a day like that. Walking in Baltimore, attending street fairs & festivals, no agenda, talking non-stop. It was good.
Times like meeting good blog friends face to face, the kind that don't make you nervous, not even a tiny bit--because you already feel like you know them so well? Reminds me why I do love blogging, and the heart of connecting people. We had a super time and I can't wait to do it again.
Speaking of reminding me why I love it, too? I received one of the most heartfelt emails last night, as I was laying in bed and then soaking my pillow with tears. I sometimes forget about how important it was that I wrote through so many of my feelings when we lost our first baby. Of course, those words, those thoughts, the processing--was for ME. But in the end, I'm grateful that it touched others where they are at or were at, and made them feel less alone. Because the reality is, it can feel so lonely, your emotions so crazy, and finding someone to relate to can mean a lot.
*Since this has been written, Emeline woke up (at 8am!) happy as a clam and beaming with excitement about sleeping in her big bed. Let's hope the excitement can continue :)