Another post without pictures. My poor camera has been neglected and thinks I do not love it anymore. I do love it, I just can't remember to bring it anywhere, at all, to take pictures with it. I've been assured that I will regain my brain once Ann arrives, I have doubts but everyone tells me it WILL come back. I hope so because right now I am annoying myself to no end by my inefficiency and for lack of a better word "ditsiness" (if that is a word).
We have progress on the nursery! John has officially ripped out all of the carpet and carpet pad to reveal a very disturbing sub floor that I think will need to be replaced because of the nastiness the previous owner's cat left. No details, you can imagine. He also started painting this weekend!! I'm so proud of him. I think knowing a couple that had their baby 6 weeks early has scared him into getting this nursery done before we are in that boat without a place for Ann to sleep and hang out with all of her goodies. FYI we have 7 weeks left so I guess we (I should say "I" since John will in no way feel the pain of labor therefore I should not group him into a "we", that's a term only I can gain sympathy from) could go into labor at any point now. Not preferred but not completely unlikely either. John won't let me enter the room now because there are nails around the baseboards that are exposed and apparently I am not smart enough to avoid them, he also doesn't want me breathing in paint fumes which is nice but I also really want to get in there and handle the detail work for him because it is stressing me OUT to watch him paint around the trim and window. I won't complain though, at least the room is moving forward.
I'll share an embarrassing story with you:
Last night we decided to eat mexican with my sister and another couple. I put on my maternity jeans that I have not worn for at least two months because it is way too hot to wear anything but underwear outside and I couldn't bear the thought of heavy jeans. Well for some reason I wanted to wear jeans, a cute white summer sweater and wedges (an outfit as close to normal clothes as possible) to dinner. I get them on, they are a little snug but just washed so I thought they would stretch out a bit after I had them on (like all NORMAL jeans do). We get in the car, they are tight but again, thinking they will stretch out. Get to the restaurant and I'm having pretty much a nonstop contraction that is starting to hurt a little bit and making me worry enough to say something. The jeans are elastic therefore you cannot unbutton like you can when you eat a lot and need that extra room. We order our drinks and our food and I'm getting a little short of breath which starts to concern John enough for him to agree to take me home and let me change then bring me back to the restaurant. We leave and realize Target is close by so I offer to go buy something new to wear! I offer like I'm doing us a favor buying new clothes rather than wearing things I already have :). We go, I find a black dress that's $20.00, roomy and will look cute with my current jewelry and shoe situation. John is all worried that I'm going to have Ann right there because he is very accomodating and even helps me pick out something and waits outside that awkward dressing room while I make sure it fits. We then get in the car, I change in the backseat and let me just say that was not a pretty sight. 8 months pregnant, trying to get jeans off that have sealed onto my body b/c it's hot, they are too small and I am somehow swelling around them is just not something anyone needs to see. There is no telling what people saw while we're driving down the road, hopefully they covered their children's eyes. What a fiasco... I have to walk back into the restaurant, obviously in different clothes, and eat my food that the waiter kept under the warmer for us.
Someone else has had this happen right? Oh well... I have a new dress and I'm wearing it today too because it feels like pajamas. Maybe I'll outgrow tomorrow's work outfit and go shopping at lunch. I'll also mention that John offered to switch jeans with me. I am pretty positive I cannot wear his jeans either.
I have a yummy recipe I'll share this week for dinner. It tastes and smells like fall. I seriously cannot wait for fall to get here. I might start fall early in our house. Get out my fall candles, start cooking fall food, crank the air down even more so I can wear fall clothes and not leave the house so I can avoid the 99 degree heat that has oppressed everyone for 2 months now.
Have a great Monday everyone and rest assured that maternity jeans do not stretch out like regular jeans after washing!
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