...Nesting...
Like any parents-to-be, Patrick and I have been working on the nursery little by little. I have never really liked to leave anything major until the last minute - now does that mean I've never procrastinated in my life? HA! Anyway, I digress. Had I left Lucy's nursery to the last minute, I can assure you that I would have broken down in tears at some point, lamenting what a terrible mother I already am. Getting her room together has been simultaneously frustrating and satisfying, stressful and natural, and any other contradictory pair of words you want to throw out there. First challenge: the paint color. I lived in a pastel pink room that I outgrew by age seven but lived in for more years than I care to remember, so I have come to loathe that particular hue. Go figure. I've never been a huge lavender person, so that was out too. Both of those typical "girl" colors are just too princess-y for me. Now, don't get me wrong - I have nothing against prin...