One of the things we had to do before the baby comes along is move Little Z into the big room that we’ve used for the past 6 years as a spare junk room. I think it’s fair to say it was a pretty big mess with all sorts in it. Extremely convenient though to chuck everything in and use it as a make shift launderette on days when I just couldn’t be bothered putting freshly washed clothes away. Which became, err, part of normal routine.
Little Z has been more than happy on his little bed, or in our bed, sprawled out like an octopus whose limbs double in size and slapability through the night. We ended up getting used to our nightly bed invader and never really put our foot down.
Mission “Move Little Z to the big bedroom” carried with it a deadline of “Before new baby comes” and so began lots of cleaning, decluttering, wondering why the heck we’d kept certain things for so long, arguing about how we just can/ can’t keep that 20 year old denim jacket and slowly turning it into a fun bedroom with a huge double bed for a little boy who loves football. Bribery works wonders.
Last night was the first night and thankfully he absolutely loved it. The love was so deep I couldn’t get him to come downstairs till gone 10am this morning. He has popped in various times today to “have a bit of a rest”. His covers are a bright blue and green and covered top to toe in footballs. If I’m honest, they’re not the best feeling comfort wise but for now they are doing the trick. I must look to swap them with better ones really soon. That leaves us with his old room to turn back into a nursery again and our transition is then complete.
It feels like another big milestone for our littlest man who will hopefully soon turn into a big brother that loves his sibling. He is already turning into the most caring little boy always reminding me to take my medication or to do my blood test or patting my back and asking “are you ok now Mummy?” whenever I have a hormonal moment. Of course that just makes me sob more and I have no idea how such a little person holds so much compassion already. But he is rather lovely and I hope that care for others just continues to grow.
I’m now 33 weeks. I think the soppiness and hormones are peaking.
(Week 5 of Project 52 and linking up to Sunday Photo)