So, J actually talked me into painting our living room. I’m still kinda fuzzy on the details on how he actually accomplished that, but he did. Christmas day, after opening presents and eating breakfast, we spent the rest of the day cleaning the walls, pulling out the many many many nails and screws that the previous owner left, puddying the holes from all the nails and screws and finally taping the room – although we ran out of tape about halfway through.
On Monday, I went out and got paint while J got more painting supplies and we met back at the house and starting cutting in. I do have to say that as soon as the paint went on the walls, I was nervous. Our living room is made up on paneling and brick, and the paneling was somehow a way different color than the brick was. When the paint went up, the brick looked flesh colored instead of the khaki /tan color that I was going for. I proceeded to have a panic attack for the rest of the painting process. Or at least until the second coat went on, and everything started to look a million times betters.
Here’s the room before:
The black lump on the window seat is Bentley, and the black lump on the love seat is Healey.
And this lovely young lady (Beemer) is the reason that I couldn’t get up to take better pictures. She was looking up at me and purring, which made it impossible to push her off of my lap to take better pictures.
J and I had a productive Christmas Eve. Since the moment I woke up we were busy. Firstly we cleaned the kitchen, dusting and moving the fridge and hoosier cabinet to the center of the room to prep for painting.
As you can see, we started with white white white walls. And the previous owners of our house were over zealous when it came to hanging things so we had a lot of holes to fill. The previous owners also didn’t adhere to painting protocol. For instance they used a flat paint in the kitchen that didn’t allow you to clean it without your cleaning tool coming away covered in white paint residue. This last photo has the 3 test samples that J painted. We didn’t end up using any of these. I thought the light one was too light and the other two were too dark. Apparently, I’m picky when it comes to paint =)
After prepping the kitchen, J and I went out to breakfast, nom nom nom. Then went to pick up paint and paint supplies, we then went to a hobby store to pick up a frame, then to the grocery store to gather things for dinner, and finally back home to tackle painting.
I think it turned out really well, and couldn’t be happier. Now, J has the painting bug and wants to spend today and tomorrow painting our living room. I’m mulling it over, but I don’t think it’s too promising, as yesterday I was passed out promptly at about 8:30 from my day of none stop moving.
I’ve mentioned it here previously that I wanted to give birth at a birthing center. I like the fact that their C-Section rate is almost nonexistent, and their use of drug interventions is also very low. I like the fact that it’s not run by OBs and it’s not in a hospital setting. But, as the nearest birthing center is an hour and a half from our home (and my work), I was over ruled on the birthing center. I’m disappointed, but not really devastated by this. I like the OB that I’m seeing now. He’s very nice and personable and agrees with me that the goal for him and me is a natural, vaginal birth. Despite my good feelings about my doctor, I’m still a little wary of a hospital birth. I’ve read mixed reviews online about the hospital I’ll be delivering in. Some say the nurses are awesome and others say that they congregate at the nurses station and don’t pay attention to their patients. I’m also afraid of being hooked up to drugs that I don’t want to be hooked up to – like pitocin. So, to combat all of my fears, I’ve formed a general outline of a game plan. I realize that things can always go wrong, this is why it’s listed as a general game plan and not “The” game plan.
First on the list is to hire a doula. She will help me create a birth plan during prenatal visits, and be on-call for me the two weeks before and after my due date. When I do finally go into labor, she will come to my home and help me through the early stages of labor. She will recommend positions and techniques that will help me to become more comfortable, provide counter pressure if needed and be a calm and relaxing influence to J and me. She will also come with us to the hospital and act as an advocate for J and me and also help my labor to be as smooth and comfortable as possible. The specific doula that I’m looking at is also a breast feeding coach and will help me with breast feeding and come to my house a few days after the birth to make sure that everything is going smoothly.
Second on my “plan” is to labor at home for as long as I possibly can and only go to the hospital once I’ve reached active labor – and a doula can help to tell me when we need to pack up and go to the hospital. I’ve read that many women go to the hospital too early. It’s possible that if a woman goes to the hospital before active labor has begun that her labor could slow down or stop completely – then causing the hospital staff to use drug interventions to speed things along and get things back on track. This is much less likely to happen if she waits for active labor to start. Therefore I’m going to tough it out at home for as long as humanly possible.
Third is to work really hard on not being tied to a bed or an IV pole. I like the idea of walking and moving around during labor (let gravity help!). I really want to bounce on a birthing ball too. I also don’t want to push with me being flat on my back on a hospital bed. I’d rather be squatting or kneeling so that gravity can help. I’ve also read that if you’re kneeling or squatting that you’ll be less likely to tear, and I have to say that the only thing I’m afraid of about birth is tearing. I’m pretty sure that I can deal with pain, or find a way to cope. But I really do NOT want to have my whoo-ha stitched back together – that is terrifying to me!
This is pretty much as far as I’ve been able to go on my plan. I’m still thinking and reading and will add more to it as it comes to me. But I also don’t want to get too detailed or hung up on semantics because you never know what’s going to happen during a birth and I’d like to be able to go with the flow as much as possible without being upset that my “plan” didn’t happen like I wanted it to.
Dear Poppy Seed –
I’m 13 weeks along and you’re now the size of a peach! Your bones in your arms and legs are developing, which means that you’ll be able to start moving around a lot more fluidly (and hopefully I’ll be able to feel you soon). Your vocal cords are also forming this week so that by the time you’re born your coos and cries will be perfected. Your head is about half the size of your body, but all the websites reassure me that by the time that you’re born your body will have caught up to your head, or at least come close. Your intestines are also changing this week. Up until now they’ve been growing and functioning in the umbilical cord, and now they’re beginning their move to their final resting place, your tummy.
I think that I’m starting to get my energy back, but I’m also realizing that I have limits that I didn’t have before. I can’t skip or prolong the time between meals or I get really nauseous and sick. I still require a lot of sleep, but if I get it (or close to it) I’m able to function and be way more productive during the day. This may be TMI, but my libido (which has pretty much been nonexistent the past few….well….since I’ve been pregnant) is coming back. I also think that I’m starting to show. The area right below my belly button feels different than it did in the past. It’s firmer and rounder, and I’m unable to suck my gut in all the way, which makes me think it’s not just a gut anymore, but that you and my belly are growing!
Your dad is announcing to the world today, via his students and facebook that we’re expecting. I can’t begin to tell you how excited he is about you. Not only has he come to every doctor appointment (and has all the future ones saved on his calendar), but he touches my tummy every chance he gets. He also says ‘good night’ to you when we go to sleep at night, and touches or kisses my belly when he leaves to go to work. Your going to have the most loving and nurturing father in the world. I think that we’re both really lucky to have him in our lives. Keep growing and developing and your dad and I will continue to try and give you everything that you need.
– Love Mom
Today I’ve been more productive at work than I have been in over the past month. Without trying to jinx it, it seems that I’m finally able to focus and get things done again. So, I’m hoping that this is the beginning of me getting my energy back. I’ve been able to clear two whole piles of paperwork and I’m starting on my third, and as boring as that sounds it actually has me really happy that I can do my job again. There’s nothing worse than having to show up for work, and then not having the energy to do anything once you’re actually there. So, again without jinxing it, I’m hoping that I’m getting my energy back!
(this used to be me at work, minus the coffee)
Also, I got a reminder today that I can’t wait too long to eat when I’m hungry. I got busy and forgot to eat, and even started feeling queasy, but I brushed it off so I could get work done. I ended up throwing up in my trash can at my desk. Lesson learned. Just because your energy may be coming back doesn’t mean that you can prolong time between meals.
J and I were a bit productive yesterday. Friday night we went and bought two yards of fabric after our dinner and on Saturday we reupholstered our dining room chairs. We bought our dining room table and chairs from an antique store when we bought our house. We really liked the fact that the back of the chairs are in the shape of a lyre. Fitting since J is a band director and I was a music major for a bit. We believe that they’re from the 1950s. When we purchased them they had horrible needlepoint seat covers, and I wanted to reupholster them from the moment we bought them, and we finally got around to it! I think it turned out really well.
Here are pictures of my sofa with the new pillows that I bought. The black blob on the loveseat is my cat Healey.
And finally, our Christmakkah tree. It had a tree skirt on it, but Healey took it and hid it somewhere.
I feel like I haven’t been writing as much as I usually do. I wish I could say it’s because I’m so busy, but the fact is that there is nothing going on at the moment for me to write about. I’m still tired and queasy all the time, and I don’t think that I can write anymore about that without wanting to hit my own head against the wall. I feel like I’ve beat that horse quite dead. Right now, I’m just looking forward to going home and putting my feet up. J and I bought a microwave the other day, so our plan is to watch movies and eat popcorn all night. I can’t tell you how much I need that relaxing time. I expect that I’ll pass out on the sofa by 7:30.
I am excited that tomorrow I’m going to get a few things done around the house and I PROMISE that I’ll post pictures (as soon as I find the camera…..). J and I are going to hide our TV wires, and reupholster our dining room chairs. I also want to clean our house from top to bottom again, or close to it. I really love the way it looks when it shines and everything is put in its place.
I’m really bad about putting things away. Whether it’s clothes or dishes, or returning something from where I got it. It just doesn’t naturally occur to me to put it away until I’ve see it sitting where I left for about 2 weeks, and then a light bulb goes off that maybe, perhaps I should return it where it goes. And only about a quarter the time do I follow through with that. This drives J absolutely insane. For those of you who don’t know, J is OCD – it’s not really bad, and since he married a slob it’s actually gotten better. But he is one of those people whose room was always spotless growing up, and always puts things away, and if they aren’t sitting just so, he has to move it so it’s perfect. I do have to say that I go behind him and move things off kilter on purpose every now and then. I know it’s mean, but I think it’s more funny than mean, which is why I continue to do it.