This post originally appeared as "Tiny Dancer" on our old blog, Born to be a Bride.
The nesting has begun in full force over here — I didn’t even notice it accumulate but piece by piece, my little one’s wardrobe is growing, along with her library, toy collection, and general “stuff” pile. There is a lot more pink in my home than I swore there would be, but I’m loving it all. Of course, we’re already on the hunt for chic black baby clothes so if you come across any, please let me know.
📷I love stuff like this, handmade by Etsy seller Scarlett Baby.
We saw our tiny dancer on screen yesterday and she refused to remove her fingers from her mouth long enough to get a good profile shot. But a close-up on her tiny nose indicates that she’s inherited mine, as well as a pair of too-long arms, just like her mama. Hilarious. (The average adult human’s wingspan is equal to his/her height — mine is four inches longer, and the tech confirmed that Baby G is built the same way).
Josh was thrilled that she did some dramatic enough flailing about last night for him to not only feel it, but watch the rumblings and shifting going on inside the bump. It’s crazy to think that at 4 pounds, 2 ounces, the little one is a week or so ahead of size and has her head down (though she moves so much, she’ll flip back and forth several times before leaving the premises, I’m sure).
It might be a little early, but we excitedly assembled her stroller last night (by we, I mean he) and took it for a few spins around the apartment. Monday we start moving into our new place and I am so looking forward to washing, folding, hanging, and organizing her cute little clothes. I’ve known she was with me from the start, but now that I can feel and watch her crazy movements, it’s solidified. There is a little girl headed into our lives who has already stolen our hearts — and my entire clothing budget. I couldn’t be happier.