I’m pretty sure every parent has their own set of quirks, things that other people shake their heads at and just don’t quite understand. Mike and I are definitely no different, our major quirk so far? Nesting. Yes, that’s right nesting. 19 ripe weeks into pregnancy, with a baby the size of a mango and we’re super nesty up in here. This weekend was major house-project weekend, this week is major house project week (hardwood floors going into the nursery! today!), and yesterday we ordered the nursery furniture (mind-you the nursery is far from being close to done, but baby has a place to sleep, get changed, nursed, and store her books). Apparently we’re afraid this baby is going to come out oh say, 20 weeks early and we won’t quite be ready? Or we’re just insanely excited and ready to get the show on the road.
Now onto my new-found love. Root beer. In a bottle. I’m not sure it actually tastes better from a bottle, or if i just feel cooler drinking something from a bottle, or perhaps i just miss those days of sitting down and being allowed to drink a cocktail. But i can’t get enough of this stuff. Yes, its before 9am, but i’m about to go and enjoy myself some ice cold rootbeer (from a bottle).