I am so tired. So, so tired, and sleepy. But I can't lay down and take a nap, or go to bed. I have to get baby stuff organized and clean. It's like a compulsion. I wonder if they've compared the brains of nesting pregnant women and sufferers of OCD?
Baby laundry all inventoried and ready to wash

Diaper drawer

Blanket/sheet drawer

I had to take this picture to convince my mom that Jack doesn't need any more stuffed monkeys!
Yes, I inventoried everything. I'm a bit obsessive like that. BUT - I discovered that I have 18 bibs. Who needs 18 bibs? And get this - I did not buy one of them (Jack has his grandmas to thank for the drool rags).
The nursery is set up but I need to hang the 6 foot giraffe on the wall, hang the monkey sign, and the mobile before I post pictures. Oh, and mom and I just discovered
this room on Rate My Space, and are now obsessed with hanging a monkey from a tree branch.
