Mrs. Priss

What's with the forced smiles lately? I promise I'm a happy person!

I have less than a month left until my due date and I’m freaking out.  Like, wow, FREAKING OUT.  I always do this thing where I think, “Okay, what was I doing 12 weeks ago?  That’s how long I have to wait! heeheehee.” and skip off to enjoy my day without a care.  But right now?  Not so much.  Tomorrow I’ll be able to say that I’m due at the end of the month.  I’ll be a mom at the end of the month.  !!!!!!!

I definitely don’t feel ready, but everyone says the mama bear instinct will kick in and everything will feel natural and all that.  It better.  I’ve never even held a newborn! They’re too tiny and fragile and slippery… I’m thinking I should probably get over it now.

I will give myself props on the fact I’ve been super productive these past few weeks and the nursery is actually looking like a nursery instead of the pile of junk it used to be.  Having that accomplished feels awesome and like 40 pounds were lifted off my shoulders.  Those 40 pounds may have deposited themselves on my thighs, but hey, only four weeks left until I can work on that, right?

I’ll post pictures of the baby’s room after the changing table comes in and I get the adorable wall decals up.  Ohhh my, you will die when you see these things.  Little pink birds, that’s all I’m saying. :)

You all love my made-up words.  Don’t lie.

After being seriously inspired by Diana at Vintage Mint, I went to Michael’s (my second home, in case you were wondering) and picked up some freakishly cute apothecary jars.  I had never even noticed the aisle with all the glass jars, vases and things, but oh man, it’s a dangerous new obsession.

The idea was to fill the jars with yummy, festive Halloween candy… but when you run to Rite-Aid the night before Halloween, you have to settle for the last crap bag of broken Reese’s Pieces and, gag, candy corn.  You know something’s awful when you can get a pound of it for $.99, and the midget bag of M&M’s next to it costs $3.99.

They are adorable, though... I have to say.

I won't judge the broken Reese's Pieces. That just means there are more to scarf down after I finish this post.

After all the candy is gone, I’m thinking of filling them with something else to use as a fall centerpiece on the dining room table.  Ideas??

Do any of you remember Glitter Hair Barbie?

Loving the earrings, Barb.

(For the record, putting Barbie’s special glitter hair gel in your own hair is not recommended. That stuff totally turned me into a glittery pink greaseball.  Oh, but at the time, I was lovin’ it.)

What about Polly Pocket?

I obsessively collected all the little Polly Pocket toys, but no one's judging me, right? Okay good.

Oh, and was I the only one who was absolutely obsessed with the rainbowy goodness that is Lisa Frank?  Somewhere up in my closet, I know I still have have about a hundred unused pencils with sparkly unicorns on them that were too precious to sharpen.  And stickers. Happy, Magical, Rainbow-Painting-Bear-binders full of stickers.

Justin and I spent a good hour on Retro Junk last night, and watching all the old commercials for toys I used to covet had me cracking up.  Don’t even get me started on all the old TV shows I used to watch…  What exactly was it about The Littles that had me so fascinated?  Or The Snorks?

Let's be real. I know I only watched this because there was a pink girl in it.

What was your favorite childhood toy?  I know mine was my Sky Dancer…

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…until the day she gloriously twirled through the air and landed in my eye.

Before I go any further, let’s just have a little blast from the past…

You can tell I get really fancy and creative with my poses.

So, you know that post from the other day?  The one about what a terrible little procrastinator I’ve been and how I need to get my stuff together because, umm, there are only 5 weeks left until a child comes into my life?  Well let me tell you, people, something very strange has happened to me.  I have undergone a transformation unlike anything I’ve ever known.

I am now a nesting monster.

Wednesday night I went home with my handy little list of to-do’s (which was quite the overwhelming list, let me tell you) and tackled an impressive amount of things in just a few hours.  I washed, folded, and put away the baby’s clothes in freshly-lined dresser drawers, tackled mine and Justin’s laundry pile, managed to organize the 5,000 newborn diapers that were sprawled all over our living room into one nice box, dusted, vacuumed, swept, cleaned our room and made our bed.

I know this probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to some of you, but let me make something clear: I am NOT an organized person.  My room growing up was filled with 3 big pile of clothes — clean, dirty, and not-sure-but-I’ll-deal-with-it-later.  I’ve never really been the type to, you know, put things away until about 2 days ago.

And also?  A recent trip to Target further proved this miraculous change, when I passed up the clothes section and instead stocked up on cleaning supplies and hangers.  Who AM I?

Tell me, does this whole nesting thing wear off?  In another couple months, am I going to be lugging around a newborn and still have this urge to scrub baseboards, organize closets, and find and destroy that one spider that managed to scurry away and is now hiding somewhere under the recliner, waiting to eat my feet whenever I come close?

(I’m serious.  It’s a terrifying thing.)

Okay girls, I have serious a problem. Please tell me why it is so impossible for me to read through my blog subscriptions without getting inspired to take on some sort of new project?  I’m not joking — I’ll intend to spend just a few minutes online every morning reading through all your fabulous blogs and end up putting off my work for 3 hours, bookmarking posts and making a list of things to pick up at Michael’s on my lunch.  Then I’ll actually go and buy all those things and spend that evening working on a crafty project, when what I really should be doing is dealing with this mess:

100 Points to the first person who can spot the nipple shield.

So much pink. And fluff. And OMG I am drooling.

Last week, Kerri posted about her 100 Things to do in 1001 Days, Sarah’s over here getting all painty (I’ve decided this is a word), and don’t even get me started on Alyssa’s Craft Challenge, which Steph has already completed… you non-procrastinator, you! :)

Oh yeah, then there’s this, this, and this, which I’ve managed to buy supplies for (anyone up for making a felt pomander?  Because I can safely say I’m the expert now. When will I ever need that skill, seriously?), have read a dozen tutorials on embroidery, started 2 cross-stitching projects, and somehow managed to keep my head from exploding.

Crafty blogs are off limits for the time being… at least until I wash all those onesies.