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Week 24: So much about so much

I woke up this morning, mentally went over my to-do list and realized I hadn’t blogged this week.

Well, I did. But it technically wasn’t a Week 24 post. :-P:

I guess I just haven’t had much to say. Shocking, huh?

So! Let’s see what I can come up with today.

Nursery, oh nursery

Y’all know we bought a house back in March. Y’all also know it wasn’t exactly as I remembered it. Several renovation projects (drywall, patching and painting) that shouldn’t have taken too long are now just coming to an end. Ever watch shows like Property Brothers or Love It or List It on HGTV and think the “problems” are fabricated for television? While some may be, not all of them can be … because that’s what Hubby has been dealing with and it drives him crazy. As soon as he has the new cages built for our fur babies (chinchillas!) he’ll be ready to start installing new floors.

Sound like a lot? Well, it is. Since July is already upon us (WTH?!?), my anxiety about not bringing Wee One home to a construction zone is increasing. For the life of me, I can’t figure out how it’s going to work, so I decided to let it go and trust my husband. While I can’t help with construction projects, I can focus on making sure everything is ready for the nursery when the time comes.

This week I ordered Wee One’s mobile from Taylored Whimsy on Etsy. Cindy was a dream to work with and I can’t wait to see the finished product! Here is the sample mobile: mobile2

Here are the colors we decided on:

colors(L-R: Carmine, Silver, Peacock and Swan)

The balloon will only have red and white stripes to coordinate with this print that will be across the room:

5809f57cbcb360c1d8e3c2c8223f792dI also took advantage of a 20% off mobile coupon at buybuy Baby (as well as using my Discover card for 5% cash back) and purchased his crib:

cribWednesday evening we purchased three grey paint samples from Lowe’s:

polished silver(Polished Silver)cement(Cement)woodsmoke(Woodsmoke)

The paint chips don’t come close to accurately representing the true colors. As we were painting samples on the wall, I knew Woodsmoke was too light. The Cement and Polished Silver are fairly close. Twenty-four hours later, I am 99.9% sure we’ll be going with Polished Silver. Of course, I reserve the right to change my mind at the last minute. Haha!

#nofilter

I posted the following to my Facebook page earlier this week: “Pregnancy hormones have all but eliminated the filter existing between what I think and what I say. I apologize in advance. :)”

I try to get along with everyone at work and fly under the radar. I’m also more than willing to lend my talents – both in writing and photography – to those who ask. As you can imagine, doing so has both positive and negative consequences.

Without going into a lot of detail (it really is uninteresting), I took several photos for a colleague this week and these were our parting words:

Colleague – “I’m sorry we were so high maintenance.”

Me – “Oh, that’s okay. I’m used to it.”

On the surface it may not seem like a big deal, but it was completely out-of-character for me. I would NEVER say something like that to a photography client (or anyone, for that matter). Never. Under normal circumstances, I would have said, “Oh, you were fine! Not high maintenance at all.” Scary thing is, I would mean it. I’m normally pretty laid back during sessions and let a lot of things roll off my back.

But there was something about this group that pushed my buttons beyond their limits.

The only explanation I can come up with is pregnancy hormones. I’ll be interested to see what changes stick around after hormones are no longer in (semi) control.

Good Migrations

Last Saturday I noticed a decrease in Wee One’s movements. While I still felt him flipping around in the womb, something was different.

I convinced myself it was just because I was moving around a lot.

By Monday, though, I came home from work down in the dumps. I missed those acrobatics like you wouldn’t believe. My instincts weren’t pushing me to call my doctor, so I just concentrated on enjoying those times I did feel him.

On Wednesday I figured out what was going on. He was going through a growth spurt (fetuses often sleep more during those times). I started feeling his kicks on my left side as opposed to centered below my belly button. I woke up one morning with lower back and side pain which gradually subsided. He was obviously laying on something! I even felt a few kicks (or punches) well above my belly button.

Last night, though, he was moving around so much! I put my hand on my stomach and felt his kicks outside for the first time. He’s growing and running out of room … haha! If only he knew how little room he’ll have in a month or two. 😉

If you’ve got it, flaunt it

Several weeks ago I wrote about having a B Belly and how I was self conscious about it. I would often wonder if it would ever round out, or if I would simply look like I was “carrying high” my entire pregnancy.

Something changed inside me this week. I finally decided, “Who cares??”

I’m only going to experience this once, so I’m going to wear (flattering) clothes that hug my midsection. I even wore a pair of cropped, skinny pants with a tunic. I would never wear an outfit like that prior to pregnancy.

And I feel great doing it! Keep on, keepin’ on.

Social media love and hate

A final note for today. Have you seen this story about Bobbie Thomas, Style Editor for NBC’s Today Show, and her struggle with infertility? She’s “doing IVF and proud of it.”

In journalism school we would often discuss the level of privacy, or lack thereof, public figures received. To a certain extent, I always believed public figures still deserved to have private lives.

Of course, keeping things private has become extremely difficult with booming social media. Many people use the veil of a screen name to rationalize being rude. Case and point? This screencapture posted within Bobbie’s story:

bobbieI couldn’t bring myself to be angry when I saw those comments. All I wanted to do was cry. Here is this woman fighting a very personal battle, one that puts your body and mind through SO MUCH in hopes of conceiving a child, and she’s subjected to insensitive comments like those because she’s in the public eye.

I can only hope those Facebook users will see her story and feel ashamed. Because they should.

Let this serve as a reminder:

  • Not your body? Don’t comment. Ever.
  • Never ask a woman is you see a “baby bump.” Ever.

Until next time … xoxoxo

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