Reading

So last night Joe did something I have never really seen Joe do. He read. He read an actual book. What made it even sweeter is that he read a book called “The Expectant Father”. He found parts in the book that justified his shared pregnancy symptoms. Mainly the tummy rubbing. He rubs his newly growing tummy all the time.
We even read in bed together with no TV on and Cooper cuddled up in between us under the covers. It would have been perfect except for our neighbor’s adult son has recently moved back home and likes to play his music like he’s a teenager and we hear the boom boom of the base in our bedroom. Our neighbor’s family room is on the side of the house that our bedroom is on and only a small strip of grass and a sidewalk seperates the houses. I told Joe I want to move to the middle of the woods where we’d have no neighbors. We actually really like our neighbors on both sides and we even like the son, just not the music at bedtime.
I’m so torn on what to do in the baby’s nursery. Everyone is expecting purple. But I like pink too. And blue. I know, I know. It’s a girl, no blue. But blue and pink. I’ve probably overkilled brown in our house but I like purple and brown together. I miss the days of over the top character nurseries. They seem to be out now and I can’t have my baby fashion plate come home to an out-of-date nursery.