My Sweet Little Spring Garden

The mural in the baby's nursery is really close to being finished. What's so great about that? It is turning out exactly the way I pictured it in my head. I have spent about 20 hours or so on it thusfar and, having the day off tomorrow, will probably knock the remaining 3-4 hours out easily. Just in the nick of time, too. Our glider rocking chair showed up on the front porch yesterday and the store from which we ordered the rest of the furniture called to let us know that it had arrived from the warehouse and that we could come pick it up any time.

I am really thankful that I started working on this mural early in my pregnancy. A lot of the detail work is along the baseboards of the room which results in a lot of laying down on my stomach, side, crouching over, squatting. There is no way that someone seven to nine months pregnant could do this! Every time my husband comes in to check on the progress I am in a different, contorted position. It's no wonder my back and neck have been killing me every night. I'm no yoga queen.

Michelangelo's neck, back and arms must have been killing him for the four years it took him to paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel!! Not that I'm comparing my artistic abilities to a master in the slightest. I'm painting cartoonish looking bugs and greenery for crying out loud. Just the same, I've had a taste of the pain that accompanies the results.

Who knows if baby will eventually appreciate all of the effort that has gone into his/her room, but I sure am having fun working on it...regardless of the pain. I'll post pictures just as soon as I can track down the box that has the card reader for my digital camera.