My own little chair...

I have this vision... Its not terribly specific, and it changes in little bits and pieces, as things start to filter in about choices I have made and choices I will make about my baby, and things I need for the nursery and all that good stuff.  One thing has remained constant...

My rocking chair.

We want a new place, so nothing about my little daydream has been too specific about the place we will get.  But I get the feeling it has enough space for all of us.  I don't feel cramped, and its warm and inviting, and I can just feel that everything is in place.

For the most part I spend the majority of my time in this one room.  Its average sized, not too big, not too small. There is a big window, that lets in a lot of sunlight.  Near the window, is my chair.  A rocking chair, that fits me, it doesn't make me feel like I'm too fat, that its too tight on my hips or anything, its just perfect for me.   I know there is a crib in the room, and some sort of dresser, a little closet, a bookshelf.. and a few odds and ends here or there.

I'm not holding my baby yet or anything, I'm rocking in my chair, waiting.  Depending on when I am thinking about this, its either nighttime, and Mel is watching me from the doorway, or its during the day and its Wayne standing there...  Its a very soothing thought, and hopefully come spring, I get to make it a reality.