Nesting has Officially Begun!

I am officially 30 weeks into pregnancy numero dos, which means that I only have 10 more weeks until the new little man arrives. In the grand scheme, that is not that far away. Yikes!!

Despite the fact that the entire house is torn apart thanks to Mark searching (in vain) for the expensive calculator he uses for work, which he foolishly let Trent play with, I decided that today was the day when I was going to haul my pregnant behind up a ladder so that I could retrieve all of Trent's old clothes, sort them, wash them and put them in the new baby's room. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but a few loads of laundry later, I am kind of regretting starting this project. To make more work for myself, I also decided to sort throw three large bins of clothing that a co-worker of Mark's graciously gave to us months ago. I am picking through what we want to keep for Trent and what I think my brother and his wife might want for their little boy coming in July, all while Trent is mixing up piles of clothes and throwing them in the air like he is making it rain money at a strip club. My husband will laugh at that analogy, so I had to insert it :)

To top it off, I am still putting all of the finishing touches to Trent's new room. Last weekend, we moved most of his clothes over to the new room which took a ridiculously long time because I had failed to pack away a ton of clothes that were too small for him. I am seriously questioning why I didn't wait to do this sorting and laundry this weekend which is when my parent's are (fingers crossed) coming to visit so that Mark and I could go out for dinner and see a movie. If I can ever figure out how to upload photos to the blog, I will post some of Trent's new room which is so adorable. Trent even loves the skulls I took a chance on getting, much to Mark's astonishment. Mark was convinced that Trent would be scared of them but what kind of pirate room doesn't have skulls? So, I gambled, bought some fake skulls and every time Trent sees them, he points to them, laughs and says, "Coooolllll."

On another front, Trent is talking non-stop! He repeats nearly everything that we say and Mark has learned the hard way that he needs to watch his mouth now. If Trent said "shit" one more time due to his mimicking Mark's vocabulary, I was going to have to put Mark in a time-out which totally makes me think of something...a few months ago, Mark made me a bet that I would have a harder time not cussing than him. He was so confident in his thinking that he said he would put a twenty dollar bill in a jar every time he cussed, while I would only have to put a dollar in my jar and he still thought that my jar would be double the value of his. After the lost calculator incident alone, I bet we would have weekend getaway paid for. I might need to bust out some jars and start this process!