29 WEEKS + STUFF

So this was my belly yesterday.  Note: mirror is still dirty (dad.)  Also, this was me fresh out of the shower without any cute things happening ESPECIALLY a bra.  I considered putting one on and retaking the photo but I was toooo lazy.  Sorry (everyone).

Yesterday was also the day I had an appointment with my midwife, so I got to hear kiddo's heartbeat and they measured my tummy and weighed me and took my blood pressure (but this time there were no approving looks even though my blood pressure is still excellent so it must not be exciting anymore.  Must find new ways to wow the nurses.)  Everything is normal, except the midwife said that the interesting position the baby was in at the ultrasound which I thought was so adorable is actually one of the more difficult breach positions for a baby to get out of.  So last night Tony gave my belly a stern talking to and we're hoping this little buttmunch will turn himself around before they have to cut him out of me.  Kids, she says, with a rueful shake of the head.

In other news, the room is almost (almost!) all painted.  I finally got the baseboards done and now all that's left are the doors and doorjams and maybe I can do the jams tonight.  Jam is a funny word.  But here are some WIP pictures I took before the trim got painted.  There are befores and afters!  The befores are full of me looking stunning in my pjs!  The afters are better!

Before!

 Notice how we had to paint our ceilings.  I cannot stress this enough.  THE CEILINGS ARE THE SAME COLOR AS THE WALLS.  EVERYWHERE!  IN EVERY ROOM!  The rest of the world is not nearly disgusted enough with this as I am.

After!  Only still not finished.

This is a view as you enter from the door.  The wall is so shiny cause I had only just painted it.  For those interested, we did the walls in a satin finish and the trim in semi-gloss.  Can I just say how in love I am with that dark grey accent wall?  There were many doubters on the road to that wall, but I testify they were all converted and now it's a favorite thing to do in our household to stare admiringly at it.  I will never not be amazed at how a change in paint can make all the difference to a thing (or a room).  It's so much brighter and cheerier in there now that the grey/green/brown is gone.  I can't wait to finally start getting things organized and bring in all the other colors I want.  

And I know that this baby doesn't give a darn what his room looks like.  This is all for me.  But my main goal is to create a place that is peaceful where we can all feel comfortable together.  That's my goal for the whole house, and it's been slow in coming, but I think with the grease of our elbows we can pull it off.

But really, I love that wall.  I probably need to buy something sultry to wear to match it.

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SLUG

Picture found here.

Today I feel like a slug.

PACING THE PANIC ROOM

I'm sure other people have seen this years before me, as usual, but on the off-chance that there are more poor souls like me who come late to the good stuff here is a ridiculously adorable video by Pacing the Panic Room.  Does this pregnant woman not have delicious style?  I would kill for her hair.

I don't know how to embed Vimeo, so go here to watch the video.

I gave up even before I began on having a cute, comprehensive, put-together system for photographing my own growing belly.  I instinctively knew I would not be able to follow through on a 9-month-long project like that right now (ever?).  Maybe next time?  I've got a few years to train Tony to be a photographer, right?

GIRLY

I'm a councilor for the Young Women's youth group at my church, and for tonight's activity we went to a really warm, charming home where lived a warm, charming woman and her warm, charming husband and son, and we got our eyebrows waxed. 

I don't consider myself a girly girl, and Kayla from so many years ago could tell you all about her lack of womanly skills and knowledge, but lately I kind of dig it.  I just explained it to a friend as feeling like how it feels when you've finally cleaned your house, only it's on your body.  Taking care of things.  Realizing my womanliness and how much better I feel about everything when I feel maintained and just a little polished.

I still have days where makeup and my face never shall meet, and stuff.  I used to go days and days without washing my face and it didn't bother me.  Now I have a whole nightly face-washing regimen, and if young me heard me say that sentence just now she would stare in disbelieving disapproval.  Why care?  But I looove how good my face feels when it's clean and soft.

So this is a post of not really anything.  I guess I just want you to know that I like nail polish and clothes and makeup and having my eyebrows waxed occasionally.  Basically I'm just reminding you that I'm a girl, because you forgot, didn't you.  You're always doing that.

7 MONTHS

 

28 weeks - 7 months - pregnant today.  

(Actually, I don't know why I count on Mondays because my due date is a Saturday.)  (But honestly, I don't put a lot of stock in the actual due date.  Cause who really knows, you know.)

We had your second ultrasound today, and while we were able to confirm your boyness pretty thoroughly, you were a shy guy and hid your face.  With all of your limbs, at the same time.  You had your butt by my hips and your head in my ribs, with your hands holding onto your feet and your feet up by your forehead.  Like, I don't even know how you did that.  But it was adorable and we laughed through almost the whole appointment.  And then the technician showed us your feet and said it looks like you have high arches, which made us laugh more because I'm really sorry you have my feet.

I guess we'll just have to wait to see your little face.

I was thinking today, as the little girl I nanny for had to be content with me while her daddy was pretending to be busy but was really just busy not spending time with her, that I don't ever want to do that to you.  I want you to be absolutely sure that we are a family - you, your dad, and I, plus whoever comes next - and we are most important to each other. 

2 1/2 more months!  Holy crap!

TWEAKS

I made a few tweaks to the blog layout in preparation for a whole redesign and I jes' want to check and see if anyone is having any problems while viewing.  So if you see this, and you see something not working, would you leave me a comment?  Thanks!

THINGS TO DO ON THE WEEKNIGHTS

You know how on nights of restless sleep after you feel like you've been tossing and turning and sleeping and waking for hours, and your hips ache for no real reason at all, and the dog and the husband are snoring like machines built specifically to do that, and you get up to pee (because, why wouldn't you) and you're positive that it's almost time to get up for the day anyway but then you look at the clock and it's only 2:53?

On those nights I like to come out on the couch and drink hot chocolate, and put more whipped cream on top halfway through because that's the best part of hot chocolate.

People look really really good at 3 in the morning.