Project Nursery.

If you know me, you know how much I love to decorate. So take my love for decorating plus loving every second of being pregnant and give me one big room to dedicate to this bundle of joy….happiness overload. After anticipating and dreaming of Noah’s nursery for these past 22 weeks the nursery has now been started. It is pretty much all I have thought/talked about since we found out we were having a boy.
I have my Martha Stewart paint book and pottery barn kids catalog in hand and I am ready to go. I can see it all in my head as I dream about having Noah home… now only if that dream came with a color swatch from the paint color on the walls and the store that carries that perfect bedding lining Noah’s crib which was picked out before Noah was even on his way(yes I picked out my childs crib before we were even on the baby train).
I had a hunch that Noah was a boy pretty early on so their were no pinks flying around my head when trying to come up with the nursery. I received a catalog in the mail with dozens of nurseries and I fell in love with one…none of the other ones would do for my little Noah. It was a teal-ish room with amazing teal, blue and brown plaid curtains. I had to have them. I flipped to the page with ordering information…had a small heart attack and then had Kevin read the price to me to make sure I wasn’t having a pregnancy hormone induced illusion. Sadly I was right, $297 dollars for A SINGAL CURTAIN PANEL. Even if I had that kind of money to spend on curtains I don’t think I could physically write a check for one let alone the four panels I needed. My decorating heart was broken. My heart may have been broken, but not defeated. This was now a challenge. So I spent the next three weeks on eBay, overstock, and etsy and scoured every fabric store with in 20 miles of my house with no luck. Our families at this point even mapped out a plan to help find these curtains. At this point a little seed of defeat may have seeped in…but it didn’t matter I had to have these curtains. Option B…learn to loom fabric…plaid fabric. After another week of no luck I gave up. I figured we would just go in another direction and I would work with what I had…then a curtain miracle occurred. Kevin and I went out last week together to start shopping for the nursery and low and behold the first store we walked into there were the curtains of my dreams…and at 20$ a pack they were even better than the curtains in my dream because I wouldn’t have to sell a kidney to be able to afford them.
I grabbed the curtains and held on to them like they were spun of gold. I practically ran to the check out and as soon as we hit the car I had one of the packages open so I could enjoy the curtain in all its glory.
Next I whipped out the Martha Stewart paint book (yep I carry it in my purse with me). Every room in our house is painted from Martha’s paint line and you never know when I might be somewhere where I would need to reference our “Savannah moss” living room color or “Bedford gray” office. Not only that but as a child I wanted to grow up and be a professional Crayola crayon color namer. I use to spend more time reading the names and picking new ones for them then actually using the crayons…so walking around with the grown up version in my purse only makes sense to me.
After finding the perfect color to go with the curtains we headed to our next stop. As we walked around we started to realize that this store not only had everything babies r us had but target too….and for considerably less. As we were leaving we found the crib. Not only was it 100 dollars cheaper than at Target but the changing table was 40$ cheaper too! I literally jumped for joy and then right about the same time I hit the earth I realized we had our Honda and this no matter how crazy/desperate/excited I was it was not coming home in the Honda. We both agreed to shop around and come back for it that afternoon after we finished the rest of our shopping.
So next up…Target. I love Target, really at some points I could consider myself akin to the crazy Target lady. It is a problem. All of these years I have had no need for the baby section at Target…it was like a out of reach level in a video game…and now it was unlocked. So imagine my thrill when browsing the baby section that we spot our crib at not 300 dollars, not 200 dollars, but 130 dollars (insert mini Target happiness melt down) and the changing table was at it’s lowest price of 70 dollars instead of the crazy original price of 170 dollars . We found the nearest Target team member and had them go in the back to retrieve our treasure. Miss. Target team member wasn’t as excited as we were about our find and it took her quite some time only to return to tell us they didn’t have any in stock. We asked if she could check the other locations and with that we were gone.
They had one left at the next closest Target. We went home switched cars and raced back to Target. With my little “ready to buy” ticket in hand with crib and changing table bar codes we made our way to the baby section. We turned the corner where it should have been and it was gone. Nothing. No price, no display, no box no sale sign. Kevin couldn’t believe it and certainly didn’t want to go to another Target, who could blame him…three visits to Target in one day…he would deserve an award. I looked at Kevin and told him not to move and I would be back. With in seconds I returned with yet another Target team member in tow. I explained the situation and she called to the back over her walky talky and they returned with the most beautiful phrase a shopper could hear…”Yep, we have one left” (again insert the leaping for joy and Target happiness meltdown). Kevin and I proudly went to the register to check out our best Target clearance finds of all time. They rang them both up and we both looked at each other and looked at the boxes to make sure they were the right ones then looked back at the screen again. Crib: 100$ Changing Table: 50$. I love Target karma (Target karma happens when you faithfully go to Target only to find nothing trip after trip and then the Target God’s smile down on you with a super amazing Target treasure).
That night Kevin and I drove out to pick up a glider I had found online, originally priced at 300 dollars for 80 dollars and called it a night… only after accidentally missing the town it was in and driving for an hour and a half as opposed to 30 minutes…oops. We probably would have been more upset had we not been on such a money saving roll that day!
After we got home and placed everything in the room it all started to feel so real. We were becoming a little family. I will miss when Noah doesn’t consider me his home, but I can’t wait till he comes home to his room. There is honestly nothing like being able to always have him with me, especially now that he is kicking up a storm reminding me he is there every other second (especially when I have to pee). There is nothing like feeling him kick and bounce around. Feeling him kick can turn a bad day in to a wonderful one and an ordinary moment in to an extraordinary one.
The nursery is right next to our room and even though there is just a chair in there right now along with the crib and changing table in their boxes that is where you can usually find me. I can’t help but be overwhelmed by what is to come next. That soon this empty room will not only by filled with the perfect curtains, a crib and chair but be filled with a little person and all of their little things. It will be filled with cries, laughter, sleepless nights and memories. Until then I will keep feverishly decorating and nesting awaiting the first time I can bring Noah home to his room.

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