I can be a really ungrateful person sometimes, I'm going to just put that out there. Sometimes I can be a "glass half empty" kinda gal. It's not something I'm proud of, but it's also something I can't ignore.
One thing I have really been sad about is that I couldn't create the nursery of my dreams for Penelope. First of all, we're living with my mom, and I feel like adding three people to her household is enough of an intrusion already. Penelope's bedroom is my old bedroom, and we really had to keep most things "as is".
During my third trimester when I was really wanting to nest, we were packing up boxes and getting ready to leave our first home. I remember looking longingly on Pinterest and just wishing I could bring Penelope home to her very own nursery.
Over the last couple of months I have slowly put things together in Penelope's Room. I stopped allowing myself to think of this room as temporary. I stopped allowing myself to covet other peoples circumstances. This is my life and I love it. Period. I found myself growing to love Penelope's Room. I try to keep it clean and organized, so whenever I walk in I kind of just feel myself relaxing. I sometimes just sit in my glider and look at this room, that now belongs to my daughter. It's neat seeing old things given new life.
Things that were once mine are now my little girls. It's kind of neat. When I was 9-years-old rummaging through my drawers, I never would have imagined doing the exact same thing with the exact same dresser for my own daughter. It's pretty amazing how things come full circle that way.