Overwhelmed (the good kind)

After a few weeks of ignoring the mess of the nursery, today I finally found motivation to begin to organize. After pancakes and coffee of course. I strapped on my trusty belly support band (thanks Britt!) and waddled my puffy feet into the room.

I am overwhelmed in the very best way. How can people be so generous and supportive??? The unique books, the adorable onesies, the softer-than-soft blankies...I can't imagine preparing for the birth of a child without the kind of support that we have. I know I'm not the only person about to have a baby, and I'm not the only person who is showered with love, but my goodness. It makes me feel guilty. Did I write my thank you cards on such a way that expresses how full yet guilty my heart feels at having this room full of awesome baby stuff?? Maybe I just think about what it would be like if I didn't have this support and what that would feel like and that makes me extra emo. But seriously.

I think about the giant bag full of goods from my sister, and how she has been so great to me (while juggling school and work and 3 kids and a life) and when she had her first baby I probably gave her a hug or something equally unuseful.

Precious Erin Cochran put her always-present charm on her gift and gave mike and I some prezzies too, along with prezzies for Maxer, and I get overwhelmed thinking about how she finds the time to find these funny books and freaking adorable cd holders, and I think, do I even deserve this??

So, I'm feeling overwhelmed and also concerned that I haven't been able to adequately express my gratitude. So please forgive me, but if you could peek I to my heart you would find that it's pumping so much love and thankfulness that each pump wants to gush out a million tears. How's that for dramatic.

Anyway, I'm not trying to gloat about how much cool stuff we just got for our little guy. I've just had a week where I've been upset with my body and my coping abilities and I've needed a serious attitude adjustment. Maybe now that I am the mature age of 28, my perspective will begin to mature as well. Fingers crossed!!!

But seriously check some of this stuff out (mostly clothes...I guess I am just not realizing how fun it's going to be to put a human in these things!!!)

Happy Saturday pals.