By Charis Seeley
(written June 19)
I have a maximum of 70 days left being pregnant and I feel a bit like a bird.
My nesting instincts are kicking in.
It’s a bit complex. We’ve been trying to sell our house this spring/summer, attempting to move before the new baby comes. And we have a contingent offer on another house.
But so far, we haven’t gotten any offers on our house. It’s discouraging because we live right on the Mississippi River and it’s prime boating season. And not knowing where we’re going to be living when the baby comes is really messing with my nesting.
Because of the timing of the closings, we’re in the last month that we’re willing to have our house on the market. If we don’t sell by early July, we’ll be staying put until next spring, when we’ll try selling again.
The new baby might be getting a new nursery in a new house. Or she’ll be going into our current nursery and our three-years old daughter will move into the spare bedroom that currently functions as a guestroom.
But I just don’t know yet. And there’s no sense in converting our adult guestroom into a princess play palace if we end up moving a month later.
So, among all the opportunities to get creative and nest, I’ve had to put that instinct on hold. Well, sort of.
I crochet, and summer time crochet projects tend to be small and sweet. They’re typically candy colored flower motifs done in cotton yarn. Or airy dishcloths and towels shaped like watermelons.
Not so with me.
Since my nesting has gone into overdrive, I’ve almost completed an entire afghan blanket in less than five days. And I have plans for at least three more.
It’s frustrating to wait for something that’s out of my control.
I don’t know where we’ll be living this fall, but I do know this:
God always provides, and wherever we end up, we will definitely have enough blankets to keep warm.