Baby Nursery - Inspiration

I talk about needing to post something a lot.  I think about it daily and it never comes to fruition.  Mainly because I can find two million other things that would be a priority over this and my husband would agree.  I've also thought more and more about me sharing Ann's world with the public and how that probably is something she needs to have some sort of "say" about so I've made a promise to not share the nitty gritty of mothering her with the world and only post occasional pictures of her preciousness and maybe a hilarious adventure or two that I wouldn't mind my parents sharing about me to their friends.  Fair, right?

This other baby?  I've made no such promise to him/her yet so this child is fair game.  Fair, no?  Fair is a fun word... since it doesn't actually exist in our society much less our household.  

If you know me personally you know we are not finding out the gender of this wiggle worm and again, if you know me personally you know how hard this has been for me and the struggle to relinquish control.  I'm growing in this, I know I'm growing in some way and yes obviously my body is growing... out... at an alarming rate... but inside, my insides are growing by not being in control.  John thinks these life lessons are good for me.  He loves to put me through a life lesson at least weekly and when I look back I question what the point of some of those life lessons were?  An example is making me call to chew out the cable company... he knows I'm pregnant and emotional... what am I to learn from this?  His version of a life lesson and mine is quite different.  But whatever, I'll go with it because I'm sure my children will have those same questions.  It is sounding like we have one adult in the family and it isn't me.  That is likely an extremely "fair" description.

Back to the point... I do not know the gender and that is causing me to have an extremely hard time picturing the nursery and the cocoon I will bring this bay home to.  It, and yes I am calling It an It because other than baby I can't identify with this child at this point.  "It" is way busier than Ann ever was and that is providing much concern for me and my fear of managing two children.  Others do it... many others do it yet are they more adult than me and able to relinquish control?  Most likely.

When I picture the nursery it has always been quite adult looking.  Ann's was one look and I still love what I did but I'm also getting tired where I do not want to continue that look in her big girl room.  Our house is evolving in style and this nursery will be a reflection of that.  Here are the pictures that I come back to over and over again.... I appreciate many others with tons of color but I'm scared to go too far down a color path only to have "It" come out and scream beige at me with all It's power.  Hates kelly green?  Oh CRAP!!

This rug; It will be mine and I've been looking for a room to use it in for years without finding a way.  Well here is my way.  Justifiiiied.

If the walls in this room did not have a strange severe texture applied to them I would wallpaper the whole thing in this.  It is the only room with texture thank God.

I love this rug too... so much so that it could trump the first one if I find a better deal on it.  I love everything about this room but if we have a miniature John I would have to change it.  Ya'll know...

This seems like a good balance between the above and the realistic.  I reference it a lot.

All of it.

And here is my favorite and you say, "where does the neutral come in?" and I say to you "look at the bones"!  The color can be added after It arrives and I've met It and we have had a conversation about what It likes.  An accent wall later and some toys and we are on the road to fun.  

I'll let you know how things are rolling soon.  I have been given 7 weeks to complete the nursery which means I have to actually open the nursery door and remove the moving boxes, curtain panels I've thrown in there and the randomness I couldn't bear to part with yet I haven't looked at for 5 months.  Anyone want to keep my child for a week?  Anyone?  Would it help if I threw in a cute picture?