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Sewing and more pinkness

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As I have mentioned before I have always seen myself as a bit of a career girl, not too much cooking and sewing happening in my house.  Until I fall pregnant that is.  My husband has some serious concerns, he thinks that I am nesting at 24 weeks, and he recons that is a sure sign that this baby will arrive very early.  I honestly do not know what to tell him, the same thing happened with Liam...

We have enough money to buy whatever we need for babies, yet, time and time again when it comes to the baby room, I have a compulsive need to start sewing.  I simply cannot help myself.  This time round i decided not to attempt a quilt as I did with Liam, thank heavens I had the vision (or good memory) to buy one and not go through all that measuring again, I vividly recall sitting on Liam's room's floor about 34 weeks pregnant cursing to the high heavens as a result of my poor mathematical skills.  As so many times before, poor Gerhard had to help.  There is something to be said for a man that will assist his wife with her sewing projects, it really shows character.

So today I snuck away from work early (its that bad, I love working and would spend all hours of the day at the office if it was not for Gerhard and Liam), I put Liam down for his nap and it started.  I managed to make pink cushions for the comfy chair in Liam's room as well as a cot bumper.  Now just a little time out for some iced tea and then I need to cover the baby changing station as its still a tad yellow from Liam's old room. 

But, I also know I need to get this out of my system today, because by next week, I will probably no longer feel like sewing.

Until next week, when I know that I will develop a need to start cooking...

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