Monday, January 31, 2011

Our Nursery Beginnings

We spent this beautiful weekend working on the nursery. With the help of Jake, Matt tackled the job of painting the walls, and hanging the fan. The room was previously painted white, so the actual painting took no time at all, just your typical running out of paint, discovering the baseboards were done with oil-based and not latex paint and whatnot.

Jake creepin' in the closet.

I love this shade of turquoise! I knew it would look great behind the pink and white flowers.

Look at me! Busy as a bee, cutting out the tree decal flowers. That's all I was allowed to do. Let me tell you, it was a pain in the ass to cut out about a 100+ flowers and tree branches.

The actual creating the decal effect took most of Sunday afternoon, as I was somewhat surprised how time intensive it ended up being. But, being the perfectionist I am, spent more time on making sure the blowing effect was visible. Looks great, doesn't it?

I was somewhat hesitant working with the decals and our wall texture. But it ended up perfect, and you can barely see the slight bumps and grooves of the wall. The actual decals were sticky and adhered very well, but not too much so where you could not maneuver them a bit.

We purchased a relatively cheap and simple white fan, with the idea of painting the blades turquoise to match the room. The picture doesn't do it justice, but the blades in motion look fabulous. I hope it gives Vivienne hours of entertainment.

Matt putting up the new set of blinds.

The new carpet comes in next week and now all we need is the furniture, a few decor touches and we are good to go! I love being an anal planner. So if anything unexpected comes up, we are ready to physically have the baby. Mentally may be an issue :)

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Jean shopping - the bane of my existence

As if shopping for denim was not hard enough pre-pregnancy, try it knocked up. It's like a world of hurt. Not only is the selection of jeans piss poor, but they look ugly. Let me show you.

Look at that! Does that look sexy to you? No!

Granted, these are what is called "full-panel" jeans. There are a few variety of styles, but when your belly gets larger and more pronounced, I prefer a little support around my guy.

The only store I know that has decent denim available for purchase in-store is Motherhood Maternity. God, this store has been my savior. The sales associates have always been incredibly helpful in a non-pushy kinda way. I just don't have that type of body where I can hop online and order anything based on pre-pregnancy sizes without trying it on.

Now back to my jean debacle. Last night the kind lady grabs me a handful of jeans after I tell her my requirements - must be full panel and skinny. No boot-cut for me. I want my legs to look like twigs (since they seem to be the only thing not gaining weight on my massive body.)
Here is where the embarrassment begins. I'm currently dealing with a condition called pubic symphysis. Basically I cannot spread my legs (hehehe) or put my balance on one leg at a time because my pelvis is spreading apart. Damn you relaxin!

I begin to try on the stack of jeans, wishing Matt was with me, just to help and not to laugh. But don't worry, I was doing plenty of that on my own - along with snorting and breathing hard. I spent 15 minutes trying to prop myself on the cushion stool in the corner of the room and almost fell ass-first into the mirror more than once. But my mission was accomplished! Two pair of jeans worked out along with a pair of Assets. (Those are the cheaper version of Spanxs for those not in the know.) Oh these things are so damn ugly but feel like butter.

All my excess fat rolls magically disappear into the leggings and I can see a semblance of my old body. It's a magic trick I could perform every day! Hoorah!

Vivienne is doing well and giving me kicks to my cervix now. It's almost like she is showing off, never a single swift jab, but many of them. I imagine her smiling, thanking Mommy for giving her another cupcake and infusing her blood system with a massive sugar rush. Then I promptly blame my lil Renesmee for giving me these insane sugar cravings and stealing my life essence. Too much? Blame the damn hormones.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Halfway there!

Ahhh, I'm almost there...just a little more to go....almooost. Ah shit, I'm only halfway there. Le sigh.

Amazing to believe I have been pregnant for 5 months people! That's a long time. It seems like the first trimester took the second is almost done for. The third trimester looms in my future. Hopefully, I maintain this "almost perfect" pregnancy-mode for the next 20 weeks and I'll be golden. I try not to brag, as my poor sister has had an insane pregnancy, but I've been incredibly lucky to feel good, and look relatively unchanged. Sometimes I wish I had this humongous honkin' tummy, but of course that extra weight is a bitch to get off in the long-run, so I'll stick with what I have.

My little one has been quite the kicker. Just this weekend I could feel a difference in her strength and frequency. She actually kept me up for 2 hours on Sunday just kicking and moving and doing her thing. All I wanted to do was nap, but she was having no part in it. I better get used to that feeling...

21 weeks baby!