Real Life: Around here lately...

I have writer's block, y'all.  It's bad.  For days I've tried to come up with something worth writing and find that all my important clothing opinions are gone.  Perhaps I need a little break, but instead I'll talk about what's been going on in my head.

1. Nesting is real
It's so strange to realize that right now, I'm a little bit crazy.  I have always been particular about my home, but now I am greatly distressed by small things like my new vintage dining chairs that need new seat covers RIGHT NOW.  I am attempting to do it myself (what could go wrong?), and now I have hours of work ahead of me and yet another trip to JoAnn's Fabric for high density foam.   Let's not even talk about how much work remains in Baby Cardigan's room.

My chairs are in the background of this ad - aren't they awesome??

2. I've had my nose in a book

This book, to be exact.  If you are a Philippa Gregory fan, you won't be disappointed in her latest novel, which I think may be the last in the Cousin's War series.  However, this time around I grew quickly annoyed by the constant need to reintroduce each character.  Nobody would mention "my brother Richard, the Duke of Suffolk" in an internal monologue.  Especially not for hundreds of pages.

Now I'm moving on to Hollow City, because I loved Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children and am afraid I won't finish all the books I want to read before the baby comes.  You'd think I'd use this time to nest some more, but no.  Again, I'm a little bit crazy.

3. I feel super pregnant... and scared.

Up until this point (34 weeks) I've been lucky to be mostly symptom-free, and able to sleep easily and wear lots of cute maternity clothes.  Now that my belly has "popped", I have one pair of jeans that are comfortable and am rotating lots of Old Navy leggings and stretchy dresses.  It's not my favorite look, and my chest has expanded yet again, so even the cute XXL nursing bra I bought at Target to wear at the hospital probably isn't going to fit.  

It's going to be a long six weeks, especially now I know way to much about the horrors of the postpartum situation that I was blissfully unaware of until about a week ago (thanks a lot, birthing class!)  I keep trying not to think about it because I might cry or vomit.  

I'm also dreading breastfeeding, which makes me feel like there may be something wrong with me (calm down lactivists, I'm still going to do it).  Was anyone else just not excited about it at all?  I'm still super pumped about the baby, so maybe I'll surprise myself.  Or I will pump lots of milk.

Look how cute my baby is, though!  I love him. 

4. I can make myself cry in 7-10 seconds.  Too bad I have no need of this (hopefully temporary) talent!

I just timed it.  However, most of the tears come when I see things on Facebook about dogs needing homes.  Luckily, my Stila eyeliner can withstand such situations as long as I don't rub my eyes.

So, what's been going on with the rest of you?  Any other midcentury-philes, book worms, or slightly crazy mommies to be out there?