Baby Blues

Since December, I have discovered that I am at the peak of my emotional threshold. I appear cool and collected, but my husband knows that the slightest things can make me feel overwhelmed and anxious. While I know that a perfectionist personality combined with pregnancy hormones and full-time work may contribute to feeling this way normally, I will tell you that my emotions feel anything but normal. I don’t usually cry, and I definitely don’t ask for help. Well, I do now.

During the middle of this past week, I called my daddy feeling like I was going to lose it. I was panicked and desperate. I was starting to comprehend that our sweet Ayden is coming in nine weeks, and we seemed hardly prepared. Our house appeared to be a disaster area; we had piles everywhere, and the house hadn’t been cleaned in… ugh, I don’t remember.

My parents answered the call immediately. Though they both had been traveling all week, and next week would summon them to continued difficult scheduling, they didn’t hesitate. They were both here to ease the struggling of a daughter crying out in trepidation and lack of sleep.

I will tell you that, in two days, my parents and Bryan made our house feel like a home again. I’m not sure that the house has ever been this clean, that we have ever been so well fed, or that we have ever accomplished so many things on our ever-increasing “to do” list. The burden has been lifted, and I feel once again excited about the changes occurring in our lives. Daddy & Mama, I cannot tell you enough about how much I appreciate and love you both!

The pictures below show you the nursery before this weekend. We had beautiful furniture in a plain room. Before Daddy and Bryan painted the nursery, we penciled Bible verses on the wall. Using the wall paint, Daddy created his own message to the baby. The painting commenced... After painting the nursery, Mama cleaned the furniture. And now Ayden’s room looks like it is coming along! PHEW!