This morning I put the second coat of blue paint (apparently I have no problem with a little gender stereotyping) on the "feature wall". It still needs a third, as did the three other walls, which are "baby white", which isn't really white at all. Decorating is not something I usually enjoy, quite the opposite in fact. The seemingly endless hours of wallpaper stripping, of sanding down and filling in, of masking off and rollering on. It's not my idea of fun.
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| One coat of blue, patchy and streaky wasn't the desired effect... |
But this is different, this is decorating for our baby. Our first born, our little boy. I've loved doing it, I loved going to B&Q and picking out the colours with my wife, I've loved loading up the brushes and roller and the splatters of paint all over my clothes, loved watching Kate doing as much as the extra weight of a thirty week bump would allow. As the room started to turn from a storage area/dumping ground I have pictured what it will look like with a cot in (being picked up on Tuesday, exciting!), with a selection of shiny new furniture (IKEA, today, nightmarish) and cute baby paraphernalia. But most of all, I have imagined it having a baby in it, our baby, and I've loved that thought.
The great thing about our baby at the moment is how quiet he is, how perfectly behaved, and (with the exception of one particularly messy dream) how remarkably clean and poo free he is. But as much as I'm loving the current, prospective, version of our baby, I truly can't wait to have the real thing in my arms, and decorating his room has been fantastic pre-birth bonding.
I'd love to hear how other dads-to-be have experienced nesting, or whether how I've found it is similar to all the mums out there, so leave a comment below!
