In the mean time I try to stay productive, mainly with making our new place a home. The most difficult hurdle is not being able to paint as we are renting. I find myself admitting defeat to the white walls and, luckily, the one wall in wood paneling. My mom even informed me that its the "really posh kind" of wood paneling (whatever that means) they used back in the day that cost a lot. So there it remains behind our T.V. for me to sigh at for the next few years. Most challenging right now is finding curtains and rod for our 6.5 foot long window that won't cost a billion dollars, but still look good. The white blinds are killing my spirit.
I went so long without a kitchen of my own that I relish in mine now. I used to shrink at the idea of doing dishes at all, but now I do them every morning and night without a dishwasher. A full drainboard full of sparkly dishes is a heavenly sight. (We can take bets later on how longs that lasts after baby comes.)(And I just realized I'm an old lady.)
I do pointless crafts. Exhibit A -
Okay, those closest to me will look at this painting and think this is too beyond my skill level. And they'd be right. This is the most extreme "paint by numbers' thing I have ever seen. Maybe I don't peruse the craft store enough.... But seriously, the majority of this was painted with one of those stupidly thin paint brushes and it's the size of a normal poster. Conveniently for me, the only skills you really need to do this is a steady hand and... to not be color blind. Time to kill is also required, about two weeks worth. Knowing your numbers helps too, I suppose.
Here's where I would show you Exhibit B, but it doesn't exist. Since finishing the above painting, I find myself staring at the wall thinking, "What the heck do I do now?" I would work on the blessing gown I had mentioned in a previous post, but a tragedy has befallen it. It was accidentally put through the wash and the stitches all puckered. I did shed some tears over it. I could start over, but every time I take it out of the closet I feel sick and put it away.
What else... Ooh! I'm going to the library tomorrow to get my very own library card! Yes!
(Ahh, Arthur, who knew you'd be so relevant through all of life?) I haven't had a card in over a decade. Yay, books! Yay, time to actually GO to the library and sift through the history section at my leisure! I have a list a foot long of all the books I want to look for. I just hope I can sit or lay down long enough to actually read through them. I just can't get enough air sometimes with baby growing so quickly. I have to move a lot to keeps my lungs happy. I know its normal, but 12 more weeks is seeming like a long while to not breathe.
Speaking of baby, I have another appointment this Friday. I'm getting another full anatomy scan for her since I switched doctors in such a busy time. My new doctor put it as, "I want to get to know her too." Aww. Look at him making up crap for me! How nice of him. I'm excited to see her again so soon. Not excited for the accompanying shots and blood drawing. UGH. And don't give me the, "If you can't handle that, good luck with an epidural or even having a baby." Hush you. I get a baby out of all that pain. I know that's worth it, so that doesn't even bother me. I don't even get a sucker out of the needles now. (It's okay though, I always lie and say I need a juice box. Mwahahahahaha.)
But in the real and less dramatic world, things are looking brighter. Jonathan scored an awesome job as the warehouse foreman for a pretty cool company up here. His own office and such, but he gets to get his hands dirty helping his team when they need him, which I know he secretly loves. I'm really happy for him.
Pregnancy yoga. No joke. Best thing ever. I'm totally the person who gets into my special yoga clothes and closes her eyes during the prayer pose. I'm not quite the person who says "namaste" back to the British chick on my laptop, even though there's an awkward pause for me to do so. I'm solidly not that person. Unless Jon's around, in which case I'll say it zealously and make him laugh.
Baby's kicking like crazy, so I know this is the time she would normally be keeping me up, so I should get myself to bed. Or maybe she's very aware that all the necessities needed for taking care of her have yet to make it to her nursery. Whoops. Yeah, I'm pretty far behind. Up until last week, all we had were three onesies, a bath toy I got as a favor from my friend's baby shower, and a glider rocking chair that was given to me by a lovely friend in our new ward. "Whoops" indeed. Here's to the baby shower, and the last minute rushing for everything else!
Oy.
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