Friday, May 23, 2014

Closet Nursery Transformation

I might have written about this awhile back. When we talked about bringing a baby home, I wondered where the little tot would go. There's no empty room that's a clearly designated nursery. We live in a two-bedroom condo. I get a room. Jimmy gets a room. And it works for us. He comes with nurses and equipment. I come with... well, needing my own space.

I talked about turning half my room into a nursery, although I didn't love that idea. Then I thought it might be easier to sacrifice my closet space versus changing my entire room zen space.

Closet it is. 

My parents were here recently and my dad helped me take some shelves down, putty the walls, paint and put some furniture together. And by helping me I mean did every single bit of that himself. 

Here's mini-me's closet nursery so far, and the process of getting here. Sometimes I think it's really small. Then I look at THIS. My nursery is a closet mansion compared to that. I realize it's really enough space for a mini-human, for now. For awhile actually.

So for all you mathy numbery people, this closet space is like 7 and some change feet by 8 feet. A baby is like 1/18th of that -- or something. I'm really bad at math.

Let's move on.

So, there's the sweet little crib. Isn't it sweet?

It was a little panicky ordering a crib at 11 weeks pregnant. Felt super duper early. However, logistically, I wanted someone qualified to put a crib together. I didn't feel I was that person. Especially with how difficult crib assembly seems to be by all the Facebook dads who take pictures of the millions of pieces and their faces of frustration.  

Turns out, this model was super easy to put together. Dad was done in like 30-40 minutes. Of course. I'm still grateful.

So grey room, white crib. Will add color with news of gender and update you on this space as it comes along. 

Thursday, May 22, 2014


I don't know why, but now that I'm pregnant, I want my hair to be long again. 

And it's sooo not. 

I'm growing it out currently, though. I was going to do it on my own, but I refuse to have a mullet during the growing-out process. So... I went to see my bro Timothy at Salon Red today. 

He cut my original pixie/crop back in January. 

There's actual articles on the interwebs on how to grow pixies out. I skimmed over one before I went and realized there is some professional assistance that will be needed to do this non-awkwardly. 

Here's where we are:

The January chop-off

Today after my mullet-removal

I guess it's growing. Only the back was cut so the the front could catch up with it and even it out (yes, the back was even longer than this). I didn't think today's cut would make that much difference but ZOMG,  it looks so much better than it did. 

You would think with all the extra vitamins and milk and crap I'm digesting it would be longer by now. Or maybe you wouldn't think. I would think.

I go back in another 10 weeks for another maintenance cut. We'll see where it is then. 

I know you all will be waiting on the edge of your seats... 

Monday, May 19, 2014

16 Weeks

Oh HEY. Here's a "belly pic" of me at 16.5 weeks.
Keep in mind I'm wearing maternity jeans which I feel make the belly
look a tad rounder than it actually is. 

Oh. Those stickers don't work as mirror pics. Der. 
Here ya go. 
I'm finally remembering to use the belly decals my friend got me! 
Kinda cute, actually.

How far along? We've already covered that. 

How big is baby? Don't know officially but all my apps say 3-5 ounces and 4-5 inches long. Grow baby grow!

Total weight gain/loss: Next question, nosy. 

Maternity clothes? YES. Hand me downs are working quite nicely. I have a few things I bought but the day-to-day stuff I got on loan including the super cute top pictured above along with the maternity skinny jeans.

Sleep: I'm sleeping really well now compared to the 1st trimester. In fact, I think I'm requiring more and more sleep all the time. Yes, yes I know: "Enjoy it while you can!" (If I had a nickel.) Trying to train myself to stay off my back which, incidentally, is where I sleep the soundest. Damn it.

Best moment this week: Jimmy thinking my sharp abdominal pains/ligament stretching were baby kicks. It was cute.  Also, we talked about some names. 

Movement: I may have felt some bubbly stuff. I have no clue if that's baby or not. Waiting for more definitive movement, although in the last two ultrasounds we saw baby kicking and stretching.

Food cravings:  Fresh fruit. Fruit smoothies. Fruit salad. Cheese. Chips and salsa. Bacon. Orange juice. Pizza. Italian. Mexican. I bought pomegranate juice for the first time. So good.

Food Aversions: I don't know.  Leftovers are iffy.

Gender:  We should know soon.  

Labor Signs:  Nah.

Pregnancy Symptoms: Plenty-o-fatigue. Some nausea. Some dizziness. Acne. Chubs.

Belly Button in or out? Still an innie.

What I miss: Running. Cocktails. 

What I am looking forward to: Finding out how baby's doing and gender.  Really any chance to see the lil tot.

Upcoming appointments/events: Anatomy/gender scan in two weeks. (Eeek!)

Milestones: Hearing heartbeat when I go to OB's office. I still can't believe there's a little baby muffin growing inside of me. How Sci-Fi! Also, when I officially crossed over into the 2nd trimester. It's just so surreal that this is happening.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Pool Day

Yesterday I spent a few hours at the pool. It was hot and I wanted to lounge, and, with the right amount of sunscreen, if I closed my eyes, I could smell the beach. Oh how I miss the beach. Ah, home. 

Yes. I see this happening a lot this hot summer. A growing belly, lounging and laps.
Best part? Jimmy came out and lounged with me. I get so exited when he decides to emerge from the house.
I know he was so tired not to mention less than thrilled to be out with the work being done on his head. But he came and it made me happy and he's a good husband. 

He got a tan line in like 2.5 minutes. Whateverrrr. He wasn't scared to mention that a few times to me, either. 

So there was extremely pale person at the pool and another person showing off his tan. 

But, poolside happiness. 

Pregnancy update: Almost 16 weeks. I feel the bump is on the way. Or maybe I just hope. Just to clarify for onlookers that I'm with child and not eating too many chocolate pies. 

I guess it will be plenty evident soon enough.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

My Mom

I love how much she loves these rotten little creatures.
I don't know anyone else who would come to visit and wear herself out trying to make things easier for me and try to call it a vacation. I don't know anyone else who would hand roll 100 meatballs, make giant pots of homemade sauce to fill my freezer, or make my husband prime rib when she shouldn't be doing much of anything at all.

I don't know anyone else who will fight me to help out when I truly should be the one helping her.

My mom has Multiple Sclerosis and a back that is all but broken among a host of other consistent physical challenges that I don't even know if I could recall. She made a comment to me that her hip might be broken and then she proceeded to come to Georgia to see her daughter and son-in-law.  I mean...

We don't have a picture-perfect relationship by any stretch, but I am truly grateful for all of the love she has in her heart.

She aches when I ache. She aches even when she thinks I'm aching. She cries for me all of the time. I don't know anyone else who cares for me and loves me like she does. I don't know anyone who, if given the chance, would take away all of mine and Jimmy's stuff by taking it on herself.

I worry about my mom all of the time and I know she worries about me and sometimes we let each other know that in between all of the bickering. Guess that means we're mother and daughter.

By being my Mother's daughter, I've learned to love, care and nurture as well as clean and cook. All things that should be wonderfully handy come October.

And if I had paid closer attention I would probably know how to sew and whistle like a boss. 

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.