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Lamenting My Chance to Nest

By MadelinePetersen |

In the time leading up to our having Tate, I had grand ideas of taking months to prepare the perfect place in our perfect house for our new arrival.

Unfortunately, the reality was I worked full time until the very day that Tate was born and we didn’t even have the dream house (or any house for that matter) to decorate. To this day, my lost chance at true nesting makes me sad.

Sure, I went through the “I have so much energy I will not sit down for anything” phase which I spent methodically purging and organizing every room and closet in our small apartment. I changed out furniture, rehung artwork in our living room, and organized every drawer in our junk dresser (you know, every drawer being a junk drawer). But what I didn’t have a chance to do was craft the ohdeedoe worthy nursery of my dreams. I made style boards, decided on colors and even bought the coolest mobile I had ever seen – there was just one problem, I didn’t actually have a nursery to decorate. My husband and I live in a small apartment that doesn’t have the room for a dedicated nursery.

I guess I did the next best thing, I bought a small cradle and a set of fitted sheets to fit and put it in the corner of our bedroom. (Cue sarcasm). Now I don’t want to sound ungrateful for the things I have. In this economy we were lucky to escape a large house with a mortgage we couldn’t afford, but what expectant and new mother doesn’t dream of designing their dream nursery? For now, I guess I’ll just work with what I have and someday I’ll be able to design the nursery I’ve been dreaming about.

Did any of you go through something similar?

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MadelinePetersen

Madeline blogs and tweets about budget-friendly clothes, modest apparel, sales, her obsession with pop culture, and her pudgy little baby, Tate, on her personal blog, Uber Chic for Cheap. A former Babble contributor, she currently resides in Corpus Christi, Texas.

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2 thoughts on “Lamenting My Chance to Nest

  1. Holly says:

    we are living with my mom right now so My babe will not have a room either! but I know from experience that he will be in with me for a long while anyways so its alright I suppose! My only child I was able to do the nursery thing with was Eli because once Harper came along they just shared a room so while I was able to get her some cute bedding it had to look ok in a blue room! I got a cute dresser to paint up (which they shared as well) but let me tell you when we finally get into our new house I cant wait to give my kids the rooms Ive been dreaming about!

  2. Mary says:

    We had the room {meaning, we live in a two-bedroom townhouse, so our extra room became the babies’ nursery}, but I procrastinated putting everything together too long. It wasn’t ready when I was 28 weeks long and went into the hospital, and after that I was on bedrest. Trying to get things done secondhand, asking Christian to do tasks that I normally would have done wasn’t the same, and it was never finished. After the babies were born, I never had the time, and we still have pictures that aren’t hung, a lamp that doesn’t turn on, and a rug that’s not positioned quite right. I try not to compare their room to designer nurseries I’ve seen, because I know I should be grateful that we have what we have {and I am grateful}. I’m still looking forward to moving into a house, just so I can re-do their room the way that I want.

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