(Sorry for the poor picture quality. Not even trying here…)

It’s been happening for a while; that innate need to make my house make sense for a baby.  It had been the little things – collecting diapers and clothing, assembling furniture and re-organizing shelves.  But since Saturday I have been in full nesting mode.  Even though I’m intensely tired most of each day, there is inevitably a point where I am overwhelmed with energy and the want to do something.

On Saturday I thought something exciting was about to happen.  The contractions were coming every 5 or so minutes and lasting about a 90 seconds each.  But, there was no pain.  None at all.  Just a tight basketball belly.  I know I’ve never done this before, but I was sure I’d be feeling a little something more if I was going into full blown labour.

The funny thing was that all day the only thing I could think about doing was getting home to re-paint a desk I had purchased from The Salvation Army.  This desk was driving me crazy.  I knew it was sitting in my house just looking crummy.  All drab white paint with chips missing here and there.  I wanted this desk to be right – to make sense – before the baby came.

I rushed home, grabbed my partner, sandpaper and paint and away we worked.  There was a brief interruption in our progress because Mr. Claus was having his parade just down the street (it would be rude not to go).  Soon enough though the desk had a nice coat of fresh paint and a whole new outlook on life.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I spotted it.  The dresser.  My baby’s boring white dresser.  All drab white paint with chips missing here and there….

I should have taken some before pictures, but this whole evening felt like a race against time (and baby).  I’m so happy these projects are done.  Next I’ll move on to recovering some yard sale stools and sewing some much-needed winter scarves.