This has been a good but trying week. I got a new job, which I'm really excited about. It will be MUCH closer to home, and I'm psyched about that. I don't know if they know I'm pregnant, though, and that worries me. I mean, it's against the law for them to discriminate, and they hired me when I was visibly pregnant (but for all I know they didn't notice or just thought I drank a lot of beer), but I still don't want our sweet girl to be a source of contention. I don't want my new co-workers to resent me because of it. I hope that everything will work out with my new job and it will be as good as I'm hoping it will be. I will work there for approximately 2.5 months before my scheduled c-section and I take about 2 months off work.
I am so excited about this baby, I really am. But it's so hard not to be negative some days. I had some days dealing with that this week and as the weeks progress the days in which I struggle get more frequent. I am terrified. The further we go, the longer I'm pregnant, the harder she kicks, the more scared I am. She's really healthy. She's really strong. At this point when I was pregnant with Angel I had just started feeling concentrated kicks. With Eddy, Jim has already felt her moving, and we can see my belly move when she wiggles excessively. It's great! But I've been here before. I've had a healthy pregnancy. I've gotten all the way to labor. And she's gone. And I'm terrified. And I don't want to even think about the possibility of losing Eddy in the same way. But it's hard not to think about it; it's hard not to imagine it. It's hard to stay positive. It's hard not to fall back into the place where I find ways to blame myself for losing Angel. It's hard to think about finishing the nursery and then the possibility that we might come home with an empty car again with no baby to put in there. It's beyond terrifying. I've never been more scared of anything in my entire life. I doubt I ever will be again. I know I'm not crazy, that it's something that just has to be dealt with, that every parent that loses a child goes over and over and over and over a million more times the way his or her child was lost and how things could have and should have been different.
The further I get, the harder it is. But the more hopeful I am, too. An Internet acquaintance posted on Twitter the other day this link about a couple whose adoption was turned over when their son, who they adopted at birth, was three years old. His biological father, who was not his legal guardian when he was born/put up for adoption, wanted custody and a judge awarded it to him. Heartbreaking. This acquaintance has a son adopted from Vietnam and tweeted about how scary the domestic adoption option is because of stories like that. I agree. It's hard for me to express it in 140 characters or less on Twitter, but I really feel for this woman and her husband! Jim and I had a horrible, terrible thing happen to us, yes, but we are still able to get pregnant, and I am still physically able to carry a child to term. I have done it. I hope to do it again this time. But this lovely woman is unable to do that. I feel selfish, in a way, for being so scared about this pregnancy, for being so nervous about the possibility of trying to get pregnant again. But at the same time, the heartbreak of losing Angel made me this way, not the fear of having a baby in general, not being scared of being pregnant or childbirth or being a parent. Even though I love Eddy more than I thought possible and she's still 11.5 weeks away from her scheduled delivery, I loved Angel this much, too, from the moment I knew she was in there. I know for a fact that I can't go through this again, emotionally. I have the same fears as Jessica about domestic adoption. I know personally a couple who, several times, dealt with the sorrow of bringing home a child and then the birth mother changing her mind. I have reservations about adoption in general. I've read the stories about international adoption problems! But I don't think I can be pregnant again after Eddy's birth. I'm done.
You, my faithful readers, know that Jim and I leaned toward adoption before I got pregnant again. We decided to leave things in the hands of the God we believe in and believe that if we were able to get pregnant again things would work out differently. But if we decide to add to our family in the future international adoption will probably be the way we do it. That, or we'll decide not to do it. These last 20 weeks have been too scary for me to think about attempting to grow a baby again. Every day I prayed that she was still in there, that she was still okay. Now if she's still for too long I get so scared (by too long I mean about 45 minutes - that's how easily I scare! lucky for me she's really wiggly and I don't usually have to poke at her too much to get her to move). I listen to her heartbeat every night before I go to bed, even if she's super active all day. I scheduled my c-section for 37 weeks, 1 day gestation because I was too scared to wait longer than that, for fear that since I went into labor at 39 weeks the first time, it will happen naturally earlier if I wait. I am so excited to get to 30 weeks because the doctor will have me coming in twice a week for non-stress test monitoring and every two weeks for ultrasounds. I will be so glad to have that extra care because I will be so glad to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm as okay as possible and that she's as okay as possible.
I know that life in general is never guaranteed. That's why I always tell Jim that I love him before we part. I want that to be the last thing he hears me tell him and the last thing I hear him tell me if we never get to speak again. I also know that life is too short to be scared to try things, to be pessimistic about life and the possibilities it holds. If I were too scared, I would have told Jim I couldn't try again. But despite the fact that I've been strong, that Jim and I have made it through something horrible and come out together on the other side, that we have decided to dive in to try again, that we are more hopeful about Eddy's chances of making it than we have ever been about something else, I can't do it again after this.
The further I get, the harder it is. I am so ready for December 22. I am so ready to meet our baby. I want so badly to hold her in my arms, to feel her moving outside of my body, to hear her cry, to feel her warmth, for her to react when I kiss her, to not have to leave her in a cold morgue, to not have to leave her with someone that will give her back to us in a ceramic urn. The further I get, the more ready I am, and the more I know that I can't do this again.
sábado, 25 de septiembre de 2010
domingo, 19 de septiembre de 2010
Baking for fun
I was in a baking mood this weekend and decided to try my hand at some new stuff! One of my favorite cakes is a recipe from one of my favorite friends from Japan, Michelle B. Her name is a link to her blog, but it's password protected, so you'll have to know her and ask for an invitation to view it. :) It's a pistachio rum cake and it's absolutely delicious! I posted the recipe on my Facebook page, but if you aren't my Facebook friend, you'll have to e-mail me for the recipe. Or post a comment and I'll e-mail it to you. :) Instead of the cake, this weekend I decided to make cake cookies. I found a cake cookie recipe and combined the two recipes. And the result was DELICIOUS!
I also have been wanting to make bread from scratch. I had come across this recipe awhile ago, and decided this was the weekend to try it. SO GOOD! I was pretty proud of myself. Jim helped a lot, though, so I can't take all the credit.
I rolled my half in salt and just sprinkled it on top of Jim's. It was good either way. Of course, the dogs decided they thought it would be delicious, too. And they took what was left of my roll (minus three slices I'd eaten) and licked all over it. Well, it was good while it lasted. Highly recommend the recipe, though!
This morning (around 11:30; I'm not a completely crazy pregnant woman!) I really wanted chips and salsa, but all we had left were chip crumbs. So I took some whole wheat tortillas that we had and brushed them with olive oil and ground some sea salt on top and baked them at 350 for about 12-15 minutes, until they were crispy, moving them around and flipping them a couple of times (I coated both sides with oil and sea salt). I let them cool and they stiffened up a bit more. They were so good!
I'm pretty proud of this weekend's baking endeavors. I'm an okay cook, but I've never been really keen on baking. I guess I'm getting better!
I also have been wanting to make bread from scratch. I had come across this recipe awhile ago, and decided this was the weekend to try it. SO GOOD! I was pretty proud of myself. Jim helped a lot, though, so I can't take all the credit.
I rolled my half in salt and just sprinkled it on top of Jim's. It was good either way. Of course, the dogs decided they thought it would be delicious, too. And they took what was left of my roll (minus three slices I'd eaten) and licked all over it. Well, it was good while it lasted. Highly recommend the recipe, though!
This morning (around 11:30; I'm not a completely crazy pregnant woman!) I really wanted chips and salsa, but all we had left were chip crumbs. So I took some whole wheat tortillas that we had and brushed them with olive oil and ground some sea salt on top and baked them at 350 for about 12-15 minutes, until they were crispy, moving them around and flipping them a couple of times (I coated both sides with oil and sea salt). I let them cool and they stiffened up a bit more. They were so good!
I'm pretty proud of this weekend's baking endeavors. I'm an okay cook, but I've never been really keen on baking. I guess I'm getting better!
sábado, 18 de septiembre de 2010
Tana Rana
Tana and me at an OKC Thunder game in February 2010.
First off, let me just say that my sister's first and middle names do not rhyme, even though my parents (no offense, Mom and Dad) didn't use great judgment on the spelling of Rana. It's pronounced like Renee. So just picture that. :)
Now, my older sister, Tana, is no ordinary woman. She's a super woman! We didn't really get along so well when we were growing up. Of course, we loved each other, as sisters do, but we also fought a lot, as sisters do. But when I hit 9th grade and she hit 12th grade, something shifted. After that, we've rarely fought. She's been my best friend (other than Jim after we met) since then. Though as we've grown wiser (now at the ripe old ages of 31 and 28), and our views on life have not shifted, and changed from those we were taught growing up (and we've kind of gone opposite directions on some things), my older sister has remained one of my best friends.
Tana and I are full-blood siblings. We're each other's only full-blood sibling. We are the products of our mother and father's short-lived high-school sweetheart romance and marriage. Mom and Dad divorced when we were young. Tana was old enough to understand a little of what was going on. I was only two when they separated, so them being apart is really all I know. But Tana and I stuck together through it all, and she helped me through my childhood and adolescence as no one else could have. She went to college at Oklahoma State University (boo Cowboys! go Sooners!), which was about an hour and a half from home. And on the weekends that she came home she spent most of her time with her boyfriend (now husband), so I didn't see her as much as I would have liked to. But our friendship remained. And over the years, despite great distances between us (since I've moved a lot), we've gotten only closer.
Now Tana is a stay-at-home mom of two of the most beautiful children in the world. She has been married to her high school sweetheart, Matt, for more than 10 years. Their son is five and their daughter is two, and I love those kids so very much. Tana finished her Master's degree when she was pregnant with their son, but gave up her teaching career to stay home with the kids. Being a teacher has helped her be a great mom. She's a great teacher to her kids, and now that her son is in school, she helps him with his learning.
Even though our political views differ somewhat, and our religious views (even though we're both Christians) differ somewhat, we get along very well. She's never made me feel badly about myself even though I'm at least an inch shorter than her but at least 5-6 pant-sizes bigger. When we were in Japan and I was greatly missing Mexican food, she pulled together a collection of recipes from her friends and family to send us Mexican food recipes I could make for us to ease our cravings. She's never questioned what I wanted to do with my education or life, and she's supported my relationship with Jim, my decisions about where to live, my choices about life in general and my plans concerning parenting. She shared so much of her daughter's things with us the first time I was pregnant, and didn't ask for anything back when we packed it all up. She made me countless baby items (she's a seamstress - tanascreations.com). After our Angel died, Tana mourned her niece's death with grace, and helped our parents and younger siblings with their mourning. She's been a constant source of strength for me, and someone I can talk to frankly about everything that's happened. While I know she's shed a great many tears for our loss, she's never taken the loss onto herself or tried to make it about herself, only tried to help us as much as possible. She was overjoyed when we told her we were moving back here to our hometown (where she and her husband have been settled for a while). She helped my mom screen houses when we were shopping online for a home from 8,000 miles away. She helped me pick fabric and made beautiful curtains and throw pillows for our new home. She was beyond excited when I told her I was pregnant again. She accepted with great grace the possible burden when I asked if she and Matt would care for our children should something happen to both Jim and me in the future. She is excited when we come to her house, and loves that we love her children. She is already looking forward to when Jim and I have date nights and she'll get to sit for Baby Eddy. She has been super encouraging about all of our choices concerning my pregnancy and delivery options, and when I was choosing a doctor here she gave me input without being discouraging. We've bonded over our love for running, and she was one of my biggest supporters when I signed up for Tokyo Marathon.
Overall, I would say that Tana has been my biggest female source of inspiration for my life. She's smart, she's funny, she's pretty, she takes care of herself. She loves me and our parents and our siblings. She thinks my husband's great and never forgets his birthday or our anniversary. I heard someone say once that when you first meet her, Tana seems like she may be fake, just because she's so nice. But once you get to know her, you realize that she's actually that nice! When I first heard that statement I was thinking that's not such a good thing. But I could see that. I suppose many people aren't accustomed to someone that's so very nice. I guess I'm used to it. :) She's real and sincere and friendly and accepting and loving. She's great. I can't say enough about how wonderful my older sister is.
First off, let me just say that my sister's first and middle names do not rhyme, even though my parents (no offense, Mom and Dad) didn't use great judgment on the spelling of Rana. It's pronounced like Renee. So just picture that. :)
Now, my older sister, Tana, is no ordinary woman. She's a super woman! We didn't really get along so well when we were growing up. Of course, we loved each other, as sisters do, but we also fought a lot, as sisters do. But when I hit 9th grade and she hit 12th grade, something shifted. After that, we've rarely fought. She's been my best friend (other than Jim after we met) since then. Though as we've grown wiser (now at the ripe old ages of 31 and 28), and our views on life have not shifted, and changed from those we were taught growing up (and we've kind of gone opposite directions on some things), my older sister has remained one of my best friends.
Tana and I are full-blood siblings. We're each other's only full-blood sibling. We are the products of our mother and father's short-lived high-school sweetheart romance and marriage. Mom and Dad divorced when we were young. Tana was old enough to understand a little of what was going on. I was only two when they separated, so them being apart is really all I know. But Tana and I stuck together through it all, and she helped me through my childhood and adolescence as no one else could have. She went to college at Oklahoma State University (boo Cowboys! go Sooners!), which was about an hour and a half from home. And on the weekends that she came home she spent most of her time with her boyfriend (now husband), so I didn't see her as much as I would have liked to. But our friendship remained. And over the years, despite great distances between us (since I've moved a lot), we've gotten only closer.
Now Tana is a stay-at-home mom of two of the most beautiful children in the world. She has been married to her high school sweetheart, Matt, for more than 10 years. Their son is five and their daughter is two, and I love those kids so very much. Tana finished her Master's degree when she was pregnant with their son, but gave up her teaching career to stay home with the kids. Being a teacher has helped her be a great mom. She's a great teacher to her kids, and now that her son is in school, she helps him with his learning.
Even though our political views differ somewhat, and our religious views (even though we're both Christians) differ somewhat, we get along very well. She's never made me feel badly about myself even though I'm at least an inch shorter than her but at least 5-6 pant-sizes bigger. When we were in Japan and I was greatly missing Mexican food, she pulled together a collection of recipes from her friends and family to send us Mexican food recipes I could make for us to ease our cravings. She's never questioned what I wanted to do with my education or life, and she's supported my relationship with Jim, my decisions about where to live, my choices about life in general and my plans concerning parenting. She shared so much of her daughter's things with us the first time I was pregnant, and didn't ask for anything back when we packed it all up. She made me countless baby items (she's a seamstress - tanascreations.com). After our Angel died, Tana mourned her niece's death with grace, and helped our parents and younger siblings with their mourning. She's been a constant source of strength for me, and someone I can talk to frankly about everything that's happened. While I know she's shed a great many tears for our loss, she's never taken the loss onto herself or tried to make it about herself, only tried to help us as much as possible. She was overjoyed when we told her we were moving back here to our hometown (where she and her husband have been settled for a while). She helped my mom screen houses when we were shopping online for a home from 8,000 miles away. She helped me pick fabric and made beautiful curtains and throw pillows for our new home. She was beyond excited when I told her I was pregnant again. She accepted with great grace the possible burden when I asked if she and Matt would care for our children should something happen to both Jim and me in the future. She is excited when we come to her house, and loves that we love her children. She is already looking forward to when Jim and I have date nights and she'll get to sit for Baby Eddy. She has been super encouraging about all of our choices concerning my pregnancy and delivery options, and when I was choosing a doctor here she gave me input without being discouraging. We've bonded over our love for running, and she was one of my biggest supporters when I signed up for Tokyo Marathon.
Overall, I would say that Tana has been my biggest female source of inspiration for my life. She's smart, she's funny, she's pretty, she takes care of herself. She loves me and our parents and our siblings. She thinks my husband's great and never forgets his birthday or our anniversary. I heard someone say once that when you first meet her, Tana seems like she may be fake, just because she's so nice. But once you get to know her, you realize that she's actually that nice! When I first heard that statement I was thinking that's not such a good thing. But I could see that. I suppose many people aren't accustomed to someone that's so very nice. I guess I'm used to it. :) She's real and sincere and friendly and accepting and loving. She's great. I can't say enough about how wonderful my older sister is.
jueves, 9 de septiembre de 2010
Painting
So. How are you? Right, this is a one-sided dialogue.
Okay, so over the long weekend I went to two home improvement stores in search of paint supplies and no/low-VOC paint. I found supplies at one store, and the two perfect colors of pink, available in no VOC, at the other. On Saturday I began my quest in the nursery, taping everything off (highly recommend this product - WONDERFUL!). Then Sunday I got to work. I wound up painting most of Sunday and most of Monday (Labor Day means you labor away on house projects, right!?), and I didn't quite finish the room. It's a small room. But I wasn't slacking off! I finished: one coat of edging and two coats of paint on two walls. One coat of my super special super secret project. The project alone took 6 hours. Here's a sneak preview:
No, I did not hand-draw that. I'm a proud stenciler. And no, I will not tell you what the project as a whole is. Not yet. I'm hoping to finish up the room this weekend, then I will post pictures of the whole thing. Trust me when I tell you it's awesome. And if you don't think it's awesome when you see the finished product I don't care. Because I LOVE it! And if Eddy hates pink and/or elephants, well, she won't be able to tell me for a couple of years, so we'll deal with it then. :)
Anywho...
Not much else has been going on around here. I had an appointment with my regular doctor on Tuesday (at 22 weeks), and everything was good. Eddy's heartbeat was 148, and has been sticking between 135-150 when I listen to it in the evenings at home. Doctor said I'm measuring right on track. I have to do the dreaded glucose test at my next appointment (the receptionist told me I need to fast after midnight the night before and I was thinking, "Midnight! I've been asleep for 2-3 hours by then! I'll have no trouble with that!"). The glucose test really isn't that bad; I just have to hope that it's a good morning that morning so I don't throw back up the flat, super-sweet orange soda and have to go back for another test! I'm not really worried about the test because I didn't have gestational diabetes during my first pregnancy and my diet hasn't been any less strange or unhealthy this time around. I'm up one pound overall (but I gained three since my last appointment... I hadn't realized that I'd lost weight). By this time when I was pregnant with our Angel I had gained about 12 pounds and I was working out 4-5 days a week. Perhaps the secret to not gaining weight is to eat healthy and sit around like a lump? Probably not, but it's working for me so far! No, just kidding. I would give anything to have the time to work out! Thankfully it's cooled down quite a bit here in the southwest, so I'm hoping I can start walking the dogs in the evenings. Lord knows I watch too much tv as it is!
Jim's been working really hard at school and from our home business. I think he works too hard, but he's content, and that's the least I could ask for. As long as he's happy, I'm happy.
Everything else in our lives is circumstantial and temporary, so I won't really go into any of that. Suffice it to say that we are aware that the daily frustrations and stresses both inside our home and those that are external will all work themselves out in due time. Of course we both hope for things to work themselves out sooner, rather than later, but we try to be positive about all of that. We're hoping to find some sort of normalcy again within the next month so that we can spend the last couple of months of this pregnancy really focusing on each other and getting our home, hearts and minds ready for parenthood again. (Of course, we've been ready for parenthood since March 23, 2009, when we found out we were pregnant the first time. This has proven to be a very stressful and emotionally trying time in our lives, due to things around us personally and professionally, to this pregnancy, and to the realization that even though this is not how things were supposed to be or how things were anticipated to be when we were planning our second child, this is how things are so we have to live with it; needless to say, it's taking a lot of conscious effort to find normal in our current situation.)
Well, it's 9:03, which means it's three minutes past puppy bedtime and three minutes past time for me to go get ready for bed! Gonna go take some Tylenol PM crawl into bed with the Kindle and read till my eyes get droopy. Thank GOD tomorrow's Friday!
Okay, so over the long weekend I went to two home improvement stores in search of paint supplies and no/low-VOC paint. I found supplies at one store, and the two perfect colors of pink, available in no VOC, at the other. On Saturday I began my quest in the nursery, taping everything off (highly recommend this product - WONDERFUL!). Then Sunday I got to work. I wound up painting most of Sunday and most of Monday (Labor Day means you labor away on house projects, right!?), and I didn't quite finish the room. It's a small room. But I wasn't slacking off! I finished: one coat of edging and two coats of paint on two walls. One coat of my super special super secret project. The project alone took 6 hours. Here's a sneak preview:
No, I did not hand-draw that. I'm a proud stenciler. And no, I will not tell you what the project as a whole is. Not yet. I'm hoping to finish up the room this weekend, then I will post pictures of the whole thing. Trust me when I tell you it's awesome. And if you don't think it's awesome when you see the finished product I don't care. Because I LOVE it! And if Eddy hates pink and/or elephants, well, she won't be able to tell me for a couple of years, so we'll deal with it then. :)
Anywho...
Not much else has been going on around here. I had an appointment with my regular doctor on Tuesday (at 22 weeks), and everything was good. Eddy's heartbeat was 148, and has been sticking between 135-150 when I listen to it in the evenings at home. Doctor said I'm measuring right on track. I have to do the dreaded glucose test at my next appointment (the receptionist told me I need to fast after midnight the night before and I was thinking, "Midnight! I've been asleep for 2-3 hours by then! I'll have no trouble with that!"). The glucose test really isn't that bad; I just have to hope that it's a good morning that morning so I don't throw back up the flat, super-sweet orange soda and have to go back for another test! I'm not really worried about the test because I didn't have gestational diabetes during my first pregnancy and my diet hasn't been any less strange or unhealthy this time around. I'm up one pound overall (but I gained three since my last appointment... I hadn't realized that I'd lost weight). By this time when I was pregnant with our Angel I had gained about 12 pounds and I was working out 4-5 days a week. Perhaps the secret to not gaining weight is to eat healthy and sit around like a lump? Probably not, but it's working for me so far! No, just kidding. I would give anything to have the time to work out! Thankfully it's cooled down quite a bit here in the southwest, so I'm hoping I can start walking the dogs in the evenings. Lord knows I watch too much tv as it is!
Jim's been working really hard at school and from our home business. I think he works too hard, but he's content, and that's the least I could ask for. As long as he's happy, I'm happy.
Everything else in our lives is circumstantial and temporary, so I won't really go into any of that. Suffice it to say that we are aware that the daily frustrations and stresses both inside our home and those that are external will all work themselves out in due time. Of course we both hope for things to work themselves out sooner, rather than later, but we try to be positive about all of that. We're hoping to find some sort of normalcy again within the next month so that we can spend the last couple of months of this pregnancy really focusing on each other and getting our home, hearts and minds ready for parenthood again. (Of course, we've been ready for parenthood since March 23, 2009, when we found out we were pregnant the first time. This has proven to be a very stressful and emotionally trying time in our lives, due to things around us personally and professionally, to this pregnancy, and to the realization that even though this is not how things were supposed to be or how things were anticipated to be when we were planning our second child, this is how things are so we have to live with it; needless to say, it's taking a lot of conscious effort to find normal in our current situation.)
Well, it's 9:03, which means it's three minutes past puppy bedtime and three minutes past time for me to go get ready for bed! Gonna go take some Tylenol PM crawl into bed with the Kindle and read till my eyes get droopy. Thank GOD tomorrow's Friday!
miércoles, 1 de septiembre de 2010
Darn it!
I forgot to post over the weekend. You should just fire me from this non-paying gig. Sorry! Not much has been going on, though, in my defense! It's time for me to post about my big sister, but that will take a while (because she's so great), so be patient!
In the meantime, Jim and I have been busy at work making plans for the nursery. I successfully cleaned out two boxes of files, made a box of stuff to be shredded, another full box of stuff to be recycled, and fit all of our files into one half of one drawer. Quite a feat! This effort was encouraged by the necessity to use our office closet as a catch-all for extraneous wires, crafting stuff (which is all nicely organized), and wrapping paper. Right now, because of our current living situation with Jim's cousin, all of the stuff that was being kept in the guest room closet is now in the middle of the nursery. I'd like to get it out of there this weekend and try to start decorating, since it's a three-day weekend. I have really exciting plans for the nursery, but in case my creative mind ends up being too big for reality, I don't want to share them yet. :) Hopefully Saturday will see the moving of the big stuff that needs to go into the attic (Jim's keyboard and its stand, a box of music that we don't need out if the keyboard is going to the attic, stuff like that), the moving of the stuff that will go into the office closet into its new home, and the moving of the nursery stuff to the center of the room so we can paint. Then, my plans for Sunday (it's a good thing Jim doesn't read this blog because he would be looking at me like I'm crazy!) are to buy tape and paint and tape off the nursery. I'm going to get a low/no-VOC paint so that I can do some of the work myself, and so that the room will be able to be decorated immediately when it dries, rather than waiting for the chemicals to air out. Then Monday will hopefully see the finish of painting, including my special creative project. We'll see... This is all sounding rather ambitious for a lazy weekend when I type it all out!
The rest of the weekend will find me relaxing, hopefully seeing some of the family (even if I have to put them to work to get to see them), and watching the Office (10 hours on TBS on Monday!). But I do plan to be productive. Maybe we can steal back the tv we put in the guest room when Brad got here and put it in the nursery so I can work while I watch 10 hours of one of my favorite shows... :)
Well, that's about all that's going on in our world. Like I said, we're PRETTY BORING (and glad to be when we can!). Jim's going crazy already and it's only his second week of school. He's taking 13 hours, which may not seem like a lot, until you find out that 5 hours are Spanish, 5 hours are Physics and 3 hours are Calculus. Unless you're as big of a geek as he is (which I highly doubt, because he's about as geeky as you can get), that makes the whole semester seem crazy! But he loves it, and I love him! :)
Hope you're all having a good week!
In the meantime, Jim and I have been busy at work making plans for the nursery. I successfully cleaned out two boxes of files, made a box of stuff to be shredded, another full box of stuff to be recycled, and fit all of our files into one half of one drawer. Quite a feat! This effort was encouraged by the necessity to use our office closet as a catch-all for extraneous wires, crafting stuff (which is all nicely organized), and wrapping paper. Right now, because of our current living situation with Jim's cousin, all of the stuff that was being kept in the guest room closet is now in the middle of the nursery. I'd like to get it out of there this weekend and try to start decorating, since it's a three-day weekend. I have really exciting plans for the nursery, but in case my creative mind ends up being too big for reality, I don't want to share them yet. :) Hopefully Saturday will see the moving of the big stuff that needs to go into the attic (Jim's keyboard and its stand, a box of music that we don't need out if the keyboard is going to the attic, stuff like that), the moving of the stuff that will go into the office closet into its new home, and the moving of the nursery stuff to the center of the room so we can paint. Then, my plans for Sunday (it's a good thing Jim doesn't read this blog because he would be looking at me like I'm crazy!) are to buy tape and paint and tape off the nursery. I'm going to get a low/no-VOC paint so that I can do some of the work myself, and so that the room will be able to be decorated immediately when it dries, rather than waiting for the chemicals to air out. Then Monday will hopefully see the finish of painting, including my special creative project. We'll see... This is all sounding rather ambitious for a lazy weekend when I type it all out!
The rest of the weekend will find me relaxing, hopefully seeing some of the family (even if I have to put them to work to get to see them), and watching the Office (10 hours on TBS on Monday!). But I do plan to be productive. Maybe we can steal back the tv we put in the guest room when Brad got here and put it in the nursery so I can work while I watch 10 hours of one of my favorite shows... :)
Well, that's about all that's going on in our world. Like I said, we're PRETTY BORING (and glad to be when we can!). Jim's going crazy already and it's only his second week of school. He's taking 13 hours, which may not seem like a lot, until you find out that 5 hours are Spanish, 5 hours are Physics and 3 hours are Calculus. Unless you're as big of a geek as he is (which I highly doubt, because he's about as geeky as you can get), that makes the whole semester seem crazy! But he loves it, and I love him! :)
Hope you're all having a good week!
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