Remi Nicole

With Christmas behind us, the baby's due date was fast approaching. I was miserable now and Seth thought it was hilarious to bring up the fact that I seemed to wobble when I walked. If I thought I had been tired before I obviously didn't know tired.

I had never put much thought or belief in the "nesting" stories I had heard friends talk about or read in books. But with two weeks before my due date, I found myself, going into full nesting mode. I organized and refolded or hung up all of the baby's clothes. Organized blankets by colors and patterns. Even the many boxes of diapers had been stacked in the closet by size all facing the same way.

Seth had gone out of town for New Year's, he had asked me if I needed him to stay but I told him I would be fine without him and I was. I spent my time decorating rearranging or sleeping. My cravings were gone and now I had almost no appetite. I don't think my stomach had room for anything but the baby. Getting up and down was no easy