I've seen those gorgeous "how to style your coffee table" tutorials, too. Thing is, I don't own a carefully curated selection of stunning art books. Any adorable little trinkets that I set out may or may not be immediately shattered. And I have sixty thousand remotes, all of which are apparently necessary to make our television function (whyyyy?).

So as lovely as those tutorials are, they do not apply to a life that contains far more toy cars than crystal candleholders.

Presenting: my kind of coffee table display.

The baby can't be the only one getting the awesome new room with the awesome new stuff in it…right? With all the fuss over the nursery, I wanted Indy to feel like he was getting a bedroom upgrade, too.

Presto: a new rack (this is the Zio Ziegler for PBteen Skateboard Hook) for his favorite accessory.

It is so weird doing all the last-minute baby prep things that I thought I'd be doing actually at the last minute…right now.

One Type A-ish thing that I did before Indy arrived: I took on all those annoying, time-consuming projects that really have to get done at some point but definitely are not going to get done in the presence of a newborn. Like backing up my computer and organizing my millions of photos; compiling a list of addresses to send out birth announcements; cleaning out the pantry. Stuff so boring that it makes me want to cry…but that won't even register on the scale of possible undertakings for a good six (ok, twelve) months post-baby-arrival.

Getting all these tasks done in advance ended up being such an enormous mind-settler the first time around that I decided to do the same thing before Goldie gets here.

Which means I'm doing them - all of them - this week. While packing and finalizing ten million pieces of paperwork that need to get to California before we do and doing book edits. And not sleeping, but that's OK; I'll sleep later, when my children are teenagers and I have at long last figured out how to explain to my dogs that "sunrise" does not translate to "time to begin maniacally licking Jordan's leg and barking at walls."