The nursery is finally painted. A pale cream yellow and green. And today we finally had our blinds installed, white wood, so the room is starting to look like it has a purpose. The little crib looks lost in the room without any other furniture, but I know I'll get there. I'm just picky and anal about everything matching. Not matching like the entire bathroom collection matching, but an oak crib needs an oak dresser matching. I am fully aware this will take some time.
But it's started!
I find myself getting more excited as the days pass. I cannot wait to leave my job, although I know I will miss it. I will miss my work friends. I will miss the kids on my case load. I will miss the frightening way I find humor in things that aren't that funny. I will miss cursing a lot. After awhile, I'm sure I'll miss the purpose of it all, the responsibility of court, the control I have.
At my home visits, I am finding I spend more time asking about the day to day activities of the home. Trying to get a better idea of what I'm in for, what the system is like from the other side. I can honestly say the picture is not so pretty. Knowing so much could easily backfire. I already pity the case manager who places a child in my home. Especially if they are new.
Not much else happening. We go to CPR training tonight and half of our licensing class will most likely be there as well. We have one class to make-up next month, then we're finished with that part. We both have to go to the dr to get approved physically, a few odds and ends ppwk to wrap up.
My shower is next month and I'm looking forward to it. I'm more into giving then getting, so parties on my behalf make me uncomfortable. I don't like opening presents in front of others, but I know how much I enjoy seeing my friend's expressions when they open my gifts to them, and I'll keep that in mind now that the table is turned. And I really really hope I get a baby b/c I am going to have a crapload of stuff! If a 3 year old walks in here they will be really bored...
I finally made an appointment with the fertility doc. It's for April fools. I have already decided I'm going to walk in and tell him I'm pregnant with quads and plan to sue.