Thursday, March 27, 2014

House Renovation: Second Floor Bathroom

As I've mentioned before, with the arrival of Baby P, it was clear that we finally needed to tackle the project of renovating our second floor.
 
We hadn't touched it at all (other than to throw a quick color sample on the wall when I actually though I would use that bathroom for anything other than doing my hair) and if we were doing the other two rooms up there, we figured what the hell.
 
I had visions of this bathroom LONG before we had this house. I knew when we were getting married, that someday I would have a beautiful bathroom with bright turquoise walls and gray sparkly accents. It would be feminine, but gorgeous and comfortable and I would love it.
 
Maybe it was from living in an apartment for 2 1/2 years with NO window and no heat (because if you turned it on, it smelled like burnt electrical and while the landlord didn't think it was a big deal, we didn't feel like burning the place down). But I needed a lovely bathroom.
 
And then I got this:
 
This is what our bathroom looked like when we bought the house. Refreshingly, they chose a lovely pukey yellow theme for this room, rather than the pepto pink that was in the rest of the house. Another lovely choice? The brown rug. Yes, a BROWN RUG in a bathroom. EW.
 
When I was first pregnant I had ideas of actually helping with all of this mess. I'm not one to sit down and watch other people do work. It wasn't how I was raised. So, I got a hair across my ass one night and went up to the bathroom with some tools and knocked all of the tile off the wall. Well... all of the tile that I could get to without removing the toilet and the vanity from the wall.
 
Unfortunately, that was right around the time my body started saying, "Ah, ah, ah dear, you're growing a little human now, you can't do what you used to do".
 
The dust was killing me. I couldn't breathe. And all of a sudden I felt like I was hit with a ton of bricks. So, I shut the door and never went in there again. Haha. Granted, I helped a little by getting most of the stuff off the wall, but I left all the tile on the floor for my dad and Big A to clean up since it was too heavy for me to pile it up and carry it downstairs.
 
Way to go me.
 
After that I couldn't even be upstairs for more than a minute without having problems breathing from the dust. This baby did a number on my asthma and I was no good to anyone. Which sucked.

The middle progress. The walls needed a lot of work done on them to repair the damage from the tile. Ultimately, we had to change our plans a little bit and put beadboard where the tile was. It wasn't originally what we wanted (especially since the bedrooms kind of already had that look and we didn't want it to look like we were killing that idea) but I really like how it came out.
 
So here's the final product:
 
 
Now let's back up a little bit.
 
I knew that I wanted bright walls. And we had all of our coordinates from when we registered for the wedding (remember this bathroom was planned LONG before we owned the house), so it was just finding the little things to go along with it.
 
I knew we didn't have enough money in the budget for a new vanity, so I had my dad drag our old one into the basement and I painted it black. Then we spent about $10 (at most) on new hardware for the drawers, and a new faucet. All in all it cost us about $30-$40 to update the vanity. And it looks great.
 
We needed new lighting for above the sink since the old ones were hideous. There was some stuff that we didn't really care about updating, or just redid quickly, but there were some things that NEEDED to get updated. The lights were one of them. There was no point in redoing the entire bathroom and then leaving that. Plus, I think this lighting only cost us about $40. We are pretty good bargain shoppers.
 
We definitely needed a new medicine cabinet and after falling madly in love with one for $120 that was discontinued, nothing was "right". Then all of the black ones that we looked at were around $100 and it just didn't seem worth it. So, we found a white one we liked for like $40 and just painted it with the same paint we used for the vanity. Perfect match and super cheap.
 
Matching vanity and medicine cabinet on the cheap. We decided to paint the beadboard a light gray color to make the wall color pop a bit more.

New lighting. Gorg. We also had an electrician come in and move/update the plug and install a light switch for the light.

Love this shower curtain. Like almost everything we registered for, I refused to use any of it until we bought a house. Which means this shower curtain sat in a box since July 2012. I love it just as much as I did when we picked it out. (Sidenote: We also painted all of the trim white. Everything is the house is still dark wood so we have been painting the trim as we redo the rooms. The entire upstairs is done and we plan to attack each room one by one downstairs during the Spring/Summer)
 
We chose a dark gray slate tile for the floor. It was so hard to find something that was perfect. There are certain things that I was pretty picky about and the floor was one of them. If we were going to pay the money, we were going to do it right. I didn't want something that I hated a month later. I'm super in love with this tile. I'm dying to put it in the kitchen, but we plan to completely remodel the kitchen some day and it seems silly to do the floor twice.

The coordinates that we registered for. We still need to get towel rods and stuff to put up the pretty towels we got too. I've been slowly but surely teaching Big A the difference between "show" towels and "usable" towels. Haha.
 
The shower is a huge improvement. For over a year, we have been using the shower in the first floor bathroom that was obviously installed for the old woman who lived here before who could no longer go up the stairs often. I so lovingly refer to it as a coffin. It was not fun to shower in. Especially when you become the size of a Mammoth and moving around in small spaces isn't your strongest feature.
 
The downstairs shower. Big A actually likes this shower and has yet to take one upstairs. I have absolutely no problem taking over the upstairs bathroom as my own.
 
Check it. Gorgeous.

The shower is another favorite. Actually, the whole thing is my favorite. I must admit, I miss having the two shower heads like the downstairs, but I'm LOVING the room. I can't wait to take a bath once Baby P is here. I love my baths SCALDING hot, so I think it's best if I wait.
 
We went with plain white tile for a crisp, clean look. Which has actually been easier to keep clean than I thought since I'm not sharing a shower with a mechanic quite yet. I was obsessed with these accent tiles I found and thought they would be perfect with the rest of the colors in the bathroom. After trying out some different patterns and styles on the floor of Home Depot, we settled on this and I LOVE it.

I love how it adds just a little glitz and glam without being overly feminine. It gives the plain white shower just a little bit of a POP!
 
As you can tell, I love our bathroom. It's nice to be back to two bathrooms again. I love having a real shower. And the laundry isn't piled up on the bathroom floor where guests can come in and see our dirty socks, now it is all upstairs in the baskets in the closets. It's really just been so nice to have this space.
 
The bedrooms and the bathroom upstairs are the first rooms in the house that we have really been able to do from start to finish. We need a little more organization and decoration in our bedroom, but it is still pretty functional as is, along with being a hell of a lot more room than we are used to.
 
I'm looking forward to being able to attack the downstairs now. We are turning our old bedroom into an office for me for when I'm working from home. The current office will turn into an office just for Big A and a little more storage space for some things we don't have room in the kitchen for.
 
We have big dreams for this house, but for now it really feels more like home than it ever has.
 

Friday, March 21, 2014

Five on Friday

 
Today is my last official day of work for quite some time. It's a little bittersweet. I mean, I'm going to enjoy being home with my little guy (if he ever comes), but I do (for the most part) enjoy the people I work with. I assume it will go by WAY too fast though and I'll be back before I know it. Ugh.
 
One.
 
Let's talk Baby P. Even though I have no picture of him... because he's never coming out. I had my doctor's appoint yesterday, an ultrasound, and a NST. Everything looks fine. Too fine. He's perfectly healthy. His fluid is fine. He's just super cozy. They were a bit concerned about his heart rate during the NST at first (which is the most boring thing in the world. I mean... it was cool to hear his heart beat for so long, but otherwise you are sitting in a room by yourself FOREVER) because it was all over the place. Turns out that when you have a super active baby, that's what happens. I commented on how I thought that they were supposed to calm down by now... they said they were. Apparently, dude is just an animal. In the ultrasound, his head, hand, and foot were almost all squished together. That can't be comfortable buddy, just come out. NOW.
 
Two.
 
The one thing that Big A was big on was that when I got a new car, it would have electric seats. My old Tahoe did not and he HATED it. I didn't care, but he's a little more high maintenance than I am. Heh. My new (to me) Tahoe not only has the electric seats, but it also has it so you can get your preferences for two different drivers. Which is the bee's knees because Big A NEVER puts the seat back, even though I always do in his trucks. Another amazing feature? The easy out button. Getting out of the car isn't so bad, but now that's I've officially hit Large Marge territory, this little baby is my BFF.
 
 
I just hit the button when I am getting out and this way I don't have to struggle to get back in the car. Especially when I have stuff in my hand or some asshole parks rightfuckingnexttome. It's been a life saver.
 
Three.
 
Holy cravings Batman. A few weeks ago I needed a Watermelon Slush Puppie like I was a junkie. I was so fixated on it. I went to a whole bunch of different places and couldn't find a Slush Puppie machine to save my life. I may or may not have even looked into buying one. Well... last Sunday I went to my parents' house and realized that the Honey Farms in their town used to have a Slush Puppie machine. I go and check it out and the fucking thing is out of order. As of that morning. Naturally.

 
So, being the crazy psycho person that I am, I beg Big A to bring me back all week and it just didn't happen. So yesterday, on my way home from work, I drove the 20 minutes out of my way to see if it was fixed. And it was. Lucky for me, there was the same guy there, so he got to watch me geek out twice. He seemed to think it was totally normal, so I guess that helps. Haha. It was delicious and I enjoyed every second of it. Now I need about a thousand more in every flavor. And one for my house. So I can mix vodka in them over the Summer.
 
Four.
 
Why are candles so expensive? I found this candle at Marshalls for like $3 and naturally fell madly in love with it. It's the first candle in history that I have burned all the way down to the bottom. I love it and I need more of it in my life. So I look it up online. $22? Seriously. What do I look like? The Kardashians? So now I'm bummed. I bought it last year so I doubt there's more at Marshalls. I wish I could find a cheap knock off. I need this back in my life. It makes the WHOLE house smell delicious.

 
Five.
 
I fount this picture yesterday and nearly peed myself. It was amazing. This is exactly what I think I would look/feel like if I even tried to be remotely sexy right now. Minus the alcohol to soften the blow.

 
If you need me, I will be pinning more workout routines to get my body back in shape. Because I'm going to need to never feel like I can compare myself to this picture ever again.
 
Welp, hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. I will be spending it willing myself into labor. Which of course won't work because apparently I am TOO good at cooking babies. Monday is spent at the doc's office as usual. I feel like we should be dating with the amount of time she spends all up in my nether regions. I mean, she could at least buy a girl dinner first.
 
Then Tuesday... fingers crossed... is baby day. I will literally cry if they bump my appointment. I told the doctors that I was going to the hospital regardless and I would sit there until they agreed to take me. They say Tuesday, so Tuesday my ass will be at the hospital. Whether they like it or not.
 
Posting will obviously be sporadic as I navigate this whole newborn thing. Feel free to email, I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to answer at 2:00 AM when I am chained to a rocking chair for hours at a time. Facebook and Instagram will obviously be updated quicker than here.
 
Have a fabulous weekend lovers!
 

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Baby P's Nursery Reveal: Part 2

If you missed Part 1, you can find it here.
 
I mentioned in my last post that I had pretty much decided on the basic color scheme for the room, regardless of the gender. I figured once we knew what Baby P was, then we could go from there.
 
I knew I wanted blues for a boy, but I didn't want it to be "Super Baby Boy Pastel Blue" and I knew that I wanted pinks for a girl, but I didn't want it to be "Super Baby Girl Pastel Pink". I wanted it to be reflective of the gender, obviously, but I didn't want it to look like a gender stereotype threw up all over the room.
 
I was a bit more perplexed with what to do for a girl. I mean, I love me some pink, but I'm definitely not a frilly girly girl. I was concerned with how I was going to pull it off. But, thankfully I didn't have to deal with that stress because Baby P showed off his twig and berries (is that appropriate to say about your child? I'm new here...) and I breathed a sigh of relief.
 
Not that I would have loved a girl any less, but we both kind of had our heart set on a boy, at least for this one. We want at least one boy, so it kind of took the pressure off the future children. Big A has two male cousins, neither of whom have been in long term relationships, and that's all there is to carry on the family name. I think he felt a lot of pressure to make sure that the P name didn't end with this generation.
 
Anywho... like I said, the ideas for Baby P's room just kind of evolved. Mostly from the blanket I found. Which I could have showed you, but it is packed in my hospital bag and I didn't think of it until now. 



The grand scheme of things. I'm not a super huge fan of the slanted ceilings, but it's a lot better than it was before. And I should have taken a picture during the day so you could see how bright it really is in there. But, I have no brain, so... you're lucky these are actually pictures of the room and not of some random cat I found and then got confused with what I was writing about. :)
 
Let's start from the beginning.
 
Back around September, my mom was at her sister's house and my uncle's brother was there. My mom was telling him about how I was having a baby and he said that he had just cleared out this house that he was working on and happened to have a dresser and matching changing table, did she want it.
 
Not one to refuse free shit, my mom took it, figuring she would keep it at her house if I didn't want it. But, like Mama like daughter, I don't refuse free shit so I jumped at the chance to not drop a few hundo on new furniture.
 
The only problem was that it was white. Since we didn't know the gender then, I let it sit for awhile until we found out we were having a boy and I definitely needed to paint it black. I was looking for an excuse to try out chalkboard paint and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
 
Plus, how bad ass will it be for him to be able to draw on his furniture when he's older?
 
I liked the finish of it too. I didn't want something so clean and pristine, I wanted it a little rough. It was perfect. So, Mumsie and I got to painting. It was a pain because if you went over a spot you painted too hard while it was still wet, it took the paint off. So it was definitely a learning experience. We had to make sure each coat was dry before we did the next one. It took FOREVER.

Changing table

Etsy Prints. I saw these and fell in love with them. When I found out I could get them in the exact colors I wanted, I knew they were perfect.
 
When it came to a crib, I did a lot of research. I knew I wanted black and I knew I wanted a convertible crib, but that was it. I also knew that unlike a lot of stuff we were buying, there were going to be some things that needed to be researched. Mainly, a car seat and any piece of furniture or toy that he would be in without someone holding him.
 
I definitely didn't want to purchase a crib only to find out that there were all of these complaints that the pieces broke off and the paint was lead based and it turned into a child killing monster after 2 AM.
 
So, I did my research. Narrowed it down to a couple I liked and then stalked them. I was sent a coupon for 20% off at Wayfair thanks to a previous purchase and then when Black Friday came along the price dropped even more. So, I jumped. I ended up getting the crib, that retailed for over $200 everywhere else (it's now on the website for $180-something - go figure) for $140 including shipping. I love me a good bargain.

We went with the Storkcraft Venetian in black.

The amazing diaper motorcycle that KG made that I have been promising to post a better picture of.
 
When it came to curtains, those were a beast. I needed the "right" blue. Do you know how many shades of blue there were? I found a great set, but they were too dark next to the black furniture. Luckily, they go awesome in our bedroom so I kept them. I ordered these ones on a whim and they were actually perfect. I love the shorter length and they are black out curtains, so that's a definite plus.
 
And they were $30 for the set.

 
Another must have? A cozy rocking chair. Big A had a rocking chair from when he was a baby and he was very big on us taking it when we moved in together. And while I totally understand the sentimental value of it, it's one of those old wooden rocking chairs and didn't look too comfy. I looked to paint it and update the cushions on it to make it a bit more comfortable, but it was going to cost a good amount of money and time to do it. And after all the furniture (and painting the vanity and such for the bathroom) I didn't want to do any more projects.
 
So I registered for this little ditty and then went all psycho that I needed it ASAP. No one bought it for my shower and then the price went up. I wanted the furniture in the room to be complete. So as soon as the price went down, I used a Target gift card that I got for Christmas and bough it for myself.
 
My grandmother is still mad at me for this. She was planning on buying it for me and then didn't know what to get me when I bought it for myself. I tried to explain to her that I'm psycho, but she's still upset. Haha.

This thing is super cozy. Like, you could sleep in it. The footrest has a pull-put slanted part if you just want to put your feet up a little without rocking against your control. (Sorry about the boxes - not quite ready to reveal the name)

Found this little ditty at HomeGoods. Best $5 I've ever spent. Notice you can't see it until you are leaving the room, when it's already too late. Haha

The little cozy corner.

I took this old bookshelf I had and painted it to match the room. I'll show you my first experience with stenciling along with my first experience with covering a lampshade at some point.
 
There were quite a few times where I purchased something that wasn't quite necessary for the baby. A lot of the clothes I bought, he could live without. A special made blanket from Etsy? Yeah, probably didn't need that either.
 
BUT... this chair... I needed it as soon as I saw it at HomeGoods. KG talked me out of it since I told her to make sure I was on a shopping ban, but I obsessed over it. I went back and got it a day or so later.
 
And you know what? Big A LOVES it. LOVES it. Makes sure people notice that chair when they come to look at the room. Which makes me feel so good inside!
 
I really try to keep Big A in mind when I am buying things for the house. I know if it were up to him then we would have hand-me-down everything and the walls would all be white. So, since I overrule him at almost every turn (we compromise though), I try to make sure the house is something he loves too. So when I buy something and he LOVES it? I feel like I did a job well done.

I plan to take his monthly pictures in this chair to show how he's grown. I hope he loves books like his Mama and that he will be sitting there at some point "reading" all of his favorite books.
 
I HATE the sliding doors that we have on every closet in the house. Always have, always will. When I lived at home, I made my dad take them off and we put up curtains. I could have them open and see everything, or close them when my closet was a mess. Which was always.
 
When we moved into our apartment, they never put the hardware back on after they did the hardwood floors, so  you couldn't put the closet doors back on. No problem. Curtains it is.
 
So, when we moved into this house, I left them for awhile, but slowly but surely they are disappearing. Not to mention I suck a them (since my closets are always messy and push them off the tracks) and I have just been removing them.
 
BUT, my mail goal for Little Dude's room is to make sure that it is a clean and relaxing place. I mean, I know the little Tasmanian Devil is going to tear it apart when he's older, but I just think there should be one calm, uncluttered room in the house. (Clutter is a big issue for us. Now that we moved rooms around it will be a lot better when we can finally dig through everything, but it gets a bit claustrophobic with all the stuff around).
 
So, Big A and I went to Home Depot and put up shelves. Them Mumsie and I went to Target and purchased one of those cubby holders. Then I bought some green baskets from Walmart to make the shelves a bit neater. There's so much stuff shoved in there. But now it looks 1,00 times better.
 
Little Man sign from Target. Another unnecessary purchase, but we had to have it. It will look a lot better when we can move the bottles and food maker stuff to the kitchen, but we need to organize first. Also, you can see another benefit of the chalkboard paint in the corner. I have all of his clothes sizes marked on the drawers so we can find them easily. I needed some sort of organization here because baby clothes are the one thing I can't figure out. How much do they need? What if they only stay in one size for a short time? What if they skip sizes? I just don't get it. So we have a bunch now and we will buy more as needed. I assume he will just be in pjs for now and the Summer he will probably be in a onesie unless he's at school that one day.
 
And lastly, I just wanted to share our diaper collection. Best idea ever is to have a diaper raffle at the shower. We are set for awhile. And people bought Newborn to Size 3, so it's not like we have all of one size. That's a definite help!

 
And that's it. That's my baby boy's room. Or, I should say OUR baby boy's room.
 
Is it perfect? No. Is it filled with expensive things? No. But it's my most favorite room in the whole house. I love to just go and sit in the rocking chair and look around. It's so calming in there. I just wonder what life will be like when he is here and using the room. When he gets older, what is it going to look like? This is HIS room. Our SON'S room. We are going to have a SON.
 
There's nothing like having a nursery to remind you that there's going to be a baby filling up that house SOOOO soon! (Maybe even by the time you read this?!)
 
We did a lot of it ourselves and I'm so glad that we did. Not only did it save us a whole lot of money at a time when we were already spending a lot, but I like to say that I worked hard and put my blood, sweat, and tears into his room. It may not be the most glamorous of nurseries, but it was made with a lot of love.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

So What! Wednesday

 
Linking up with Shannon for So What! Wednesday!
 
This week I am saying So What! if...
 
* This entire post is probably going to be about pregnancy. It's literally the only thing I have going on right now. Haha.
 
* I am literally avoiding eye contact with 90% of the people I work with because I just can fathom having ANOTHER conversation with them about me still being pregnant. One day overdue friends. One day. It happens. Let's all just calm down.
 
* Today isn't a good pregnant day. That's OK. You can't win them all. I've been feeling really good lately, but I slept like shit last night and it's kind of ruining my day. My stomach is so heavy it's uncomfortable to be in any position, ever.
 
* I went home last night with intentions of finally cleaning up the remaining dog hair that I couldn't do last week when the vacuum bag was full and Big A refused to let me do one more thing. BUT... I apparently took a nap instead. Whoops.
 
* I feel like a big shot hearing that I did awesome in a meeting yesterday with my new boss' boss. We had a meeting set up to talk about how we can develop a tracking plan for documentation and figuring that I wouldn't be here, I came up with this whole plan and had it all set up. Which is what I figured I was supposed to do. Apparently, I already did what we were supposed to do in the meeting and it was exactly what he wanted. So, we spent the meeting working on some other things and how to finish setting up my plan. I may be a fucking Mammoth, but I can still kill it at my job.
 
* I don't even pay attention when I have contractions anymore. They come and I get them like 5-10 minutes apart. And they seem like they are getting closer and bigger and then, nothing. He's just never coming out and I have to accept that.
 
* Working up to the last day was probably the most stupid idea I've ever had. I mean, I would hate to just be sitting at home, but I hate to be sitting here. If I could work from home, then that would be the bee's knees.
 
* I'm a little nostalgic about the fact that tonight is Big A and I's last date night before we become parents. It's been us for SO long that it's hard to imagine it changing. But, I know it is going to and it is going to be even better with the three of us. Four, of course, if you count Mr. Fresh.
 
* I told someone I would do a project for them today and I really just don't want to. The annoying part is that they didn't ask. I offered. Dummy dummy dummy.
 
Alright, that's enough mindless chatter for the day. Happy Wednesday folks! We're halfway there!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Bumpdate: 39 Weeks


First things first...
 
I do these updates about a week behind so that I can reflect on what has happened and not what I think is going to happen. I really wanted to make sure that I remembered every single part of this journey. Well... today... this happened:
 
I definitely didn't think we would make it this far...
 
Anyway... moving on...

 
March 11th – 17th, 2014
 
So what has been going on this week?
It’s been a slow week. I finished the last couple things on my to do list and I’ve just been actively avoiding cleaning the house. That’s about it.
 
How far along?
39 Weeks.
 
Maternity Clothes?
I’m so over maternity clothes. I want real clothes back. <- span="" still="" this="">
 
Stretch Marks?
I feel like they don’t look so bad this week. I mean, they definitely aren’t pretty, but they aren’t as dark as they started. And I’m hoping they are a little less noticeable when there isn’t a small human being stretching them even more.
 
Movement?
Still moving and shaking, but definitely not as much as he was. Sometimes he has lazy baby days, but a little poking or some sugar gets him moving. Haha.
Food cravings?
I need a Watermelon Slush Puppie. If anyone knows where to get one in Massachusetts, I will forever be in your debt. This is serious people. Update: I found a Slush Puppie machine, but it broke THAT morning. I WILL be going back to get one.
Nausea, vomiting, or sickness?
Nope. Doing good. (*knock on wood*) Nothing new here.
What I miss:
Feeling like a normal person. I just want my body back. I want my clothes back. I want to be able to sleep on my stomach, or put my shoes on with ease, or get off the couch without it being an Olympic event, or breathe normal. Eat what I want. Drink what I want. I’m even going to throw in working out here. I know. I know. Crazy. I’m just SO ready to have my body back and I have no control over it right now. I’m already planning healthy meals, lots of walks, Couch to 5K, and pinning every single workout on Pinterest that will make me look like I have a bangin’ body. Nothing new here.
Symptoms?
Pretty much the same. Round ligament pain; major heartburn; breathing is a bit better since he’s dropped, but not perfect; I get super tired by like 8:00; started having some contractions (I think… someone remind me to shut my mouth the next time I talk about feeling like I’m missing out on something…). Currently I feel like I have a bowling ball resting on my pelvic bone, which makes every single movement, especially walking or rolling over in bed, extremely painful. FUN! I’ve had some pain and discomfort in my wrists and fingers lately too. My joints in my hands are very sore.
Best moment this week?
Having a little “emotional flush”. Apparently some things were weighing heavy on my heart and it felt good to get everything off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now. It’s funny, a lot of people are noticing the difference. I guess I was just hanging on to some things.
Workouts:
Ha.
Gender:
BOY!
Sleep?
Blech.
 
What I'm looking forward to?
The arrival of Baby P. Our induction is scheduled for the 25th, so he will be here in 7 days or less. I’m not rushing him. I know that time will go by WAY to fast once he’s born. And some day I will look at my boy, graduating for college, and remember the days where I was counting down until his birth like it was yesterday. I’m just enjoying my last few days of it just being Big A and I, but I am SO looking forward to being this Little Dude’s Mom.   
I can't believe that this is one of the last pictures I'll take. Only one or two more. I think Mr. Fresh will miss the photo ops!
 
Friday night, I decided to cross the last thing off my to do list and sanitize the bottles and find a place for them in my postage stamp sized kitchen.
 
It was easier than I though to find space and I patted myself on the back for being such a baller Mom already. Need to create space out of nowhere for my kid? Poof! Done. I could do anything.
 
I read the directions, boiled some water, set a timer, and waited.
 
When I pulled the bottles out, this is what I saw:
 
The stupid mfers melted. I re-read the directions to make sure I wasn't an idiot. Thanks Avent, I just destroyed 3 bottles. Thankfully, I didn't do them all at once. I read the directions on the Playtex bottles and they said to just do the silicone parts and wash the rest in hot water. Glad SOMEONE knows that they are doing.
 
Thankfully, Babies 'R Us took them back. But, it definitely put a damper in my Baller Mama mood.
 
Now that I'm at my due date (and pretty much for the last FOREVER) the questions have been coming. This popped up in my app the other day. Truer words have never been spoken.

It's not everyone that bothers me. Just work people. And people who haven't talked to me in forever, and have really no interest in my life who all of a sudden want to play 20 questions because I'm about to have a baby. No thanks people.
 
We took Mr. Fresh with us for the dry run to the hospital. He hadn't been out of the house in awhile due to the weather and I wanted to see how well he would do with the car seat. Well... he didn't. He wanted nothing to do with the 2/3 of the seat he could still have. All he wanted was that one bit of space he couldn't have. Typical man, always wanting what he can't have. Haha. I kid. I kid.

 
Linking up with Kristin over at Mama and Mou!
 
 

 

Monday, March 17, 2014

Emotions...They're Sneaky Little Things

It's funny how things creep up on you.
 
One minute you think that everything is fine, and then the next you are feeling every single emotion as raw as you did when it all happened.
 
As many of you have read, this isn't Big A and I's first pregnancy. Last January, mere weeks after deciding to start trying, I found out that I was pregnant. It was a shock for sure. We were excited, but we definitely thought that it would take a lot longer for it to happen. We dealt with the mixed emotions of the news and I dealt with the nagging feeling that something wasn't right. It turns out that there's something to be said for women's intuition because four short weeks later, we found out that it wasn't meant to be.
 
It was one of the hardest things that I've ever had to go through. And it definitely put our marriage to the test. We had both been through things individually in our relationship, but this was the first time that we were suffering together. It was an extremely difficult time for the both of us. We hit some bumps, but we sat down one night and talked about how something like this could either make or break us. It was how we dealt with this situation that would set the stage for our marriage. I really think that it made our marriage that much stronger in the end.
 
On Sunday, Big A and I took a practice run to the hospital. We had been there a couple times before, but we got a bit turned around the last time and Big A wanted to make sure there were no questions about where to go. I teased him a little about this, but it was really kind of cute how he wanted to make sure that he got us there no problem.
 
We went out to a nice (what could be our last just the two of us) brunch and then headed home to pick up Mr. Fresh. It has been awhile since he had been out of the house and we thought a nice family Sunday ride would be nice. We made a pit stop to look at some trucks, but mostly just chatted along the way.
 
We eventually got on the highway and as we got closer to the exit for the hospital my throat started to feel a little tight. My face started to flush. My chest felt heavy. And all of a sudden hot, salty tears were streaming down my face.
 
It took me a minute to process what was going on. This raw emotion that was pouring out of me, long before my head could catch up with my heart.
 
Big A turned to ask me a question right at that moment and noticed I was crying. He asked me what was wrong and I tried to catch my breath to get the words out.
 
The only thing I could sputter for the moment was that my heart was so full. I couldn't help it. The tears just came.
 
I thought back to a year ago, when we were just coming off that terrible news. I was about two weeks out from having my D&C and I never thought that I was going to make it through that fog.
 
I was still so angry. I didn't know why it was happening to us. Why we lost our baby. Our baby that never really existed anywhere but in our hearts and minds. I felt like my body failed me. I felt like I had wished this upon us with all of my negative thinking. I was mad that it tainted whatever excitement we would have in the future if we ever got pregnant again.
 
It was just such a dark place to be.
 
Now, a year later, we were driving to the hospital to test the route mere days before our son is to be born. And my heart was just so full.
 
It ached for the baby that never was. And for the baby that was yet to be.
 
There's still some anger and hurt, hidden away deep down for what we went through. But there's just so much love and happiness for what we are about to have.
 
I was just so grateful that we were given another chance.
 
So, I cried. For everything that happened. And everything that was going to happen.
 
Big A just held my hand and listened as I sobbed. He told me how he thought about it sometimes too and it still hurt sometimes for him too. It was nice to hear that I still wasn't alone in this. That he was going through what I was too.
 
He just wasn't spontaneously bursting into tears, that's more my MO.
 
It was just so surprising. A year later and these things still come up. I guess I didn't realize that I was still holding my breath.
 
Ever since we found out I was pregnant, I've been holding my breath. Until the first ultrasound, all of the testing, every appointment, every time they went to find the heartbeat. And now that his due date is here, the countdown is single digits, any day, any hour, any minute...I'm still holding my breath. Waiting for him to be ripped away. Taken too soon.
 
I thought I was just anxious not to be pregnant anymore. And don't get me wrong, I can't wait to have my body back. To sleep comfortably (even if it is in hour increments), to tie my shoes, to feel like me again. But I'm really just waiting to see if he is ours for keeps. To hold him in my arms. To hug him. To kiss him. To do all of the things we never got to do with our first "baby".
 
I know these feelings might never go away. I may spend many more minutes, praying that my baby is for "keeps". Hoping to keep him safe, out of harms way. My mother put it best, she said "having a baby is like having your heart walk around outside of your body". And I know she's completely right (as she sometimes has a tendency to be), but I'm just waiting for the minute where the fear takes over, and I question how I'm going to keep my baby safe, and I can hold him in my arms until the calmness washes over me and I can be thankful for every single second I've had with him.
 
So, I guess I'll be holding my breath for a little bit longer. I'm just hoping that this sweet little boy doesn't make his mom and dad wait too much longer. We've been waiting for him longer than he's ever existed and we are so ready to meet him. Our "for keeps" baby. He is more loved and wanted than he will ever know. We just hope he comes soon so we can show him. 

Friday, March 14, 2014

Five on Friday

 
I needed today to be Friday.
 
Actually, I needed today to be Saturday, but I'll settle for Friday.
 
My day was super shitastic yesterday. It started with forgetting my laptop at home, having to turn around to go get it, sweetly offering to start Big A's truck only to find that his doors were frozen shut (yeap, more snow yesterday), got stuck in traffic due to an accident from people forgetting how to drive in the snow (it was like an inch, the roads weren't slippery), went a different way and got stuck in traffic AGAIN, got to work almost two hours late, was asked to be on a call that started 2 minutes after I got there, and then had to deal with rude coworkers.
 
It was a blast.
 
 
So, I need a couple days of a break.

Plus, I have 5 days or less of work left, so that helps!

Anyway... 5 on Friday... go!

One

I love when I have friends that are just as weird as me. KG and I went back and forth yesterday in a competition of who can find the funniest things. What started as a cute picture of sloths, quickly turned into a battle of wills involving awkwardly singing parents, a dog honking a horn, and church sign wars, but ultimately I won with my dog in an Oompaloompa costume from Wednesday.

It was all down hill after the sloths.
 
Two
 
I was on Pinterest the other day and saw this picture of a baby Border Collie. Umm.... this could be Mr. Fresh. Seriously. Right down to the red collar (that I still have, because it was so small and tiny). He was so cute! I mean, he's still so ruggedly handsome, but this face! Ohmygod.
 
 
Three
 
This is right about the time I decided to go through the rest of my phone and find random pictures that I've saved to talk about...
 
I think I've talked about these before, but they kill me. I love me some Will Ferrel and this little 80's montage picture is perfect. Plus, I think we have all known a woman who we wish we could compliment on her wicked stash, but "society" says we can't.

 
Four
 
Did I ever show you guys the picture I used to tell all of our Facebook friends and family about Baby P? N found this for me soon after I found out I was pregnant and sent it to me. I knew it was perfect, but it didn't really fit well if we were having a girl, since it's obviously a boy in this picture and I figured people would get confused (not because it's a "boy" picture... the haircut makes me think it's a boy), so I waited until we knew for sure that Baby P took after his daddy and not his mom. Anyone who knows Big A knows this is perfect!

 
Five
 
I cringe at changing my password at work. It used to be a no-brainer, but then they changed the rules and it couldn't be a word you found in the dictionary or any password you have used the last 10 times. And unfortunately, all of our passwords are supposed to sync with all of the systems (which seems silly if you are so worried about people guessing your password), but they don't. So, you have to see what changes and what doesn't and remember your last three passwords. And blah blah blah. And if you go over your time limit you get locked out of your system. So, pretty much, I'm going to come back from maternity leave to a locked system. Super.
 
Then I found this and thought it was perfect. The password situation still blows, but at least this guy gets it:

 
That's all I got for you today.
 
It's a full moon this weekend. Let's hope Baby P makes his debut! (I'm just using any excuse now)
 
 
 

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Baby P's Nursery Reveal: Part 1

When Big A and I first found out about Baby P, we were a bit in shock. Coming off the recovery from our first experience, I think we were in shock for awhile. Cautious, if you will.
 
When we got the A-OK from the doctor, we slowly transitioned to, "Holy shit, we're having a baby!"
 
Which then transitioned to, "Holy shit, where the hell are we going to put him?"
 
When Big A and I bought our house, we closed on December 5th. (You can see the pictures from closing day and the before pictures here.) Which immediately started crunch time. We only had our apartment until December 31st and we were NOT paying for an extra month's rent. Christmas was quickly approaching, as was my birthday, and we knew we didn't want to still be going back and forth. So we did what we had to do.
 
We tore down the wallpaper in the downstairs bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and hallway. Fixed up the walls where they were damaged. Threw paint up on the walls in those rooms, the office, and the living room. (See the update pictures here) And moved in. (We have updated some furniture and decorated a bit more, but that's about it. When I finally have a room "done", I'll post about it)
 
We had two more bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs that we didn't touch. In fact, we just threw a bunch of shit in there so it wasn't hanging around the rest of the house.
 
We didn't need it, since there was a coffin shower in the downstairs bathroom, and it was just the two of us so one bedroom was enough. Sure it sucked because everything was crunched into rooms and spaces and we had no organization, but it worked for us. We didn't want to spend the time or money to do it right then.
 
This is what the nursery looked like when we moved in. Although, imagine a whole bunch of random boxes of shit in there too.
 
It became clear that we needed a plan. We couldn't fit a crib or pack 'n play in our bedroom and we had nowhere to put the stuff in the office that wouldn't be highly inconvenient. So that wasn't an option.
 
So, we begged and pleaded with my dad (which wasn't really either, I simply asked him and he's amazing and said of course) and dumped our savings account.
 
Nothing like seeing a $25 balance in your savings account when you have a baby on the way to make you feel all warm and secure... or nervous and sweaty... ya know... either one.
 
We knew that we wanted to eventually blow out the walls and re-do the roof so that the ceilings weren't slanted. But the roof was practically brand new, so we weren't planning on it at any point soon. We wanted to get carpet installed and it seemed silly to get the carpet installed, only to rip it up long before it was needed to push back the walls (there's storage behind those wooden walls).
 
So, we did what any normal family does when they have a baby on the way... start a major construction project.

This is what I came home to every day. The other bedroom was like this too. And the bathroom was completely torn apart. It was a struggle to say the least. Especially when I was tired and just wanted to come home and nap, but there were power tools going off on the floor above me. I felt bad that I couldn't help, but the dust in the rooms was too much for me, so I just sat downstairs, not napping, feeling like a jerk for not helping.
 
Here's the "middle" progress pictures:
 
As you can see in the first top two pictures, there's no carpet yet. We hired Luna to come in and carpet the stairs, hallway, and both bedrooms all at once (my dad tiled the bathroom himself). I promise you the walls and the floor are two totally different shades of gray. The walls are a light gray (Behr Sparrow if you're curious) and the floor is more charcoal.  It just doesn't look like it here. We took paint that we were originally going to use for the bathroom and painted the inside of the closet for a little bit of color added (I also used it for the base color on the bookshelf I painted). And of course, you have seen the pictures of the crib. The first piece of furniture upstairs.
 
It took from about October to the middle of February to start and finish the project. There were some setbacks that made things take a little longer, but that's pretty much par for the course. Not bad to gut three separate rooms and put them all back together in about four months.
 
I was big on making sure that I could get my hands on the nursery. I needed everything done in there and the furniture set-up by the time I had my shower, so that I could just bring everything in and organize it. Pops made good on that progress. There were still a couple things that needed to get done, but I definitely was able to do what I needed to do.
 
I pretty much had the same ideas for the nursery from start to finish. I knew I wanted light gray walls and a charcoal rug regardless of the gender. I was pretty sure I wanted black furniture, but I would have considered white if it was a girl. I figured that I would add in the accent colors later.
 
When we found out that we were having a boy, I definitely knew that I wanted to use blue as an accent, but didn't want everything to be "BLUE BLUE BLUE". So I chose a turquoise, thinking it would accent the dark colors. I found a cozy little blanket on clearance at TJ Maxx one day that was gray, turquoise, and white, but also a darker blue and a lime green.
 
It was pretty perfect. So that's what I decided on. Gray/white walls. Charcoal rug. With turquoise, blue (had to be the right shade of blue, which was easier said than found), and lime green accents. It was the perfect amount of BOY without being too overboard.
 
I was also careful for it not to be a "baby" room. I mean, granted it is a room for a baby, but I wanted him to be able to grow in it. I didn't want to have to redo it in a couple years when he grew out of it. And I'm not huge into themes. I like color schemes, but zoo animals aren't my thing. No knocking anyone else and their tastes, just a personal preference. I very much think of him as a little man, and less like a "baby". If that makes sense.
 
So that's where I'll leave off for today since this is getting a little lengthy. You have seen the before, the demolition, the middle, and heard the plans behind the decorations. I'll do another post with the finished product. Which, funny enough is the first finished room in the house.
 
Stay tuned for Part 2!