Thursday, May 29, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
"Nesting" is a term I have come to dislike very much, but am totally aware of why people call it that. I have seriously been running around the house like a crazy bird all day meddling here and there. Rolling my eyes at things that my former self could do but can't with a huge belly and an energy supply of an octogenarian. For example, gardening... I know, I know, don't worry about it right? Well, I can't help looking at the yard of our new house and wanting so badly to get out there and tear some weeds out, move some rocks, plant some flowers, rake holly leaves. It's ridiculous.
*Welcome to the jungle...*
*Feeble attempts at beautifying the joint*
I am also in the "process" of reupholstering a chair.... why you may ask well, feel free to call it part of my neurotic nesting but it's really just another creative project I must prove to myself I can do! I love the comfy chair, hate the dingy upholstery (no offense mom and dad, I know you guys were getting rid of it). I bought fun fabric from my budget supply store of choice, ah-hem, Ikea and have started the cushion. But every time I walk past the monster it stares at me like, "Go ahead! Try and reupholster me.". And I walk away defeated or plop down in it's comfiness and succumb to my mental lack of ability. My former self would never be so self-defeated by an inanimate object such as a chair, but as of right now everything seems to be defeating me. Typing this is giving me a burst of can-do spirit however, so we'll see how tonight goes...
*The Nasty Monster Chair*
*Soon to be new skin....keep your fingers crossed*
Last night I ventured out of the "nest" and into the world of people that know me, know when I'm due and know all kinds of info about how to get yourself in labor in order to reach that due date. I of course got plenty of advice on "things" I should do to speed up the process but of course we all know that most of that is crap and won't work anyway. I'll probably eat a bunch of spicy food, end up with indigestion and then be miserable until she arrives! Do walking lunges in the living room and just deplete the energy I could have used on my millions of projects! So, I'm trying not to think too hard about my due date. And I have been pulling myself away from the Internet all day, to stop reading every bit of information I can find, about every woman in the United States' experience with labor, birth, induction, etc. And believe me there is more information out there than you even want to know...So, this is what I shall tell myself for the rest of the evening: "Self, you will not be disappointed if the baby does not arrive tomorrow. You will attempt to reupholster your chair. And self, step away from the Internet, it's not helping anything!" Ahhh.... much better.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
It was a wonderful weekend, filled with wonderful friends and family. I got to hang out with some of my favorite moms, mine especially, and some of my friends that would prefer to leave motherhood up to the rest of us... for the time being that is. Hey to each her own, right?
Everyone always asks the same questions: "How do you feel?", "Tired of being pregnant?", "How much longer?", etc. etc. Funny thing is the answers always vary. You can't really tell someone how you are feeling when you are pregnant, because the answer is simply, well, pregnant. Unless you've been there it's hard to describe, and even then everyone is different so you can't always compare. Today I felt tired and cranky in the morning, mostly because I had such a fun day yesterday and had a hard time falling asleep when I got home... I guess I had one too many HI-Cs. Woo baby.
"Tired of being pregnant?" Well, yes and no. On one hand I'm looking out the window right now and thinking to myself "If I go into labor in this rain/wind storm tonight it's going to suck". And on the other hand I'm thinking "I can't wait any longer, bring on the baby! Bring on the storm!" or "Seriously, if I get any bigger, I'm going to burst!" and that of course, would be unpleasant.
And obviously the BEST moms are patient.... they wait patiently for their babies to grow, they wait patiently for them to learn to speak and then of course how to be quiet, they patiently await their childs' forgetfulness to call and patiently for their Mother's Day cards, etc. etc... And through all this patience, there they are, still loving you all the way. Even though you've worried them and so on. So here's to all the wonderful ladies out there that have taken on the patience to be a mom! And here's to Zooey... now hurry it up already!
Friday, May 9, 2008
I made the roman shades for her room. They actually make it very dark, even though in this picture it doesn't seem that way! I think she'll like all the colors and shapes. Everyone keeps asking what my "theme" is for the nursery, my reply: Ikea.
And this is me taking a final farewell photo! I'm 39 weeks here. I must say it's been an enjoyable ride growing this little bean inside me. I've been very fortunate to have an "easy" pregnancy and can't wait to have this little girl in my arms... you know, cause it will be easier on my back. hehehe... I kid, I kid.