Nursery Update, Part 2.

Posted 10 Aug 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, house stuffs

WE HAVE PAINTED WALLS! ::cheers and applause::

It took SO MUCH LONGER than I thought it would, but it’s done, and I love the color. My lovely friend Meredith suggested a color for the walls – and without hesitation I purchased a can and began prepping the walls. The color (Benjamin Moore’s “Gray Wisp”) finally went on the walls on Saturday, after the hubs rolled the primer on. It turned out really well. It looked like a greenish gray while wet, and now looks more of a bluish gray in some light…but will go VERY well with everything we have for the room.

We tried negotiating a pick up of the furniture this weekend, and it was turning into a huge ordeal, so we arranged to have everything delivered…tonight!! (I’M EXCITED – AGAIN.)

And yes (Shannon), I know I’m missing a photo from this past week. It’s too late now. :) BUT I will take one tonight to add to my 27 week post tomorrow, as well as the first peek at the not-so-finished nursery.

Nursery update.

Posted 05 Aug 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, RAD

Well, I received the rug in the mail that I ordered from Anthropologie for the ninja’s room, and needless to say, I wasn’t convinced that it was worth $300. Probably because this five feet in diameter rug came folded up. In a box. THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. I was expecting a wool rug – thick and worthy of being rolled. But no. So, needless to say, I’ll be taking it back tomorrow before yoga. Thank GOD I can return it to a store so I can get my $$ faster.

Other than that…I just bought all painting supplies needed to start transforming the nursery. Primer, rollers, ceiling paint – you name it…I got it. When I got home, I took down the mini-blinds and curtains, and took down the shelves. Tomorrow, I’ll wipe down the walls and lay down the drop cloths…and Thursday after work, I’ll paint the ceiling and then prime the walls. Then Friday – the wall color goes up. Can you tell I’m excited? I’M EXCITED.

Our glider came in this week – so when we pick up the furniture on Saturday or Sunday…we’ll have almost all of the pieces in the room. At which point, I will sit in said glider and stare, and stare, and stare….

26 weeks.

Posted 04 Aug 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

How far along? 26 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: About + 20 lbs.
Maternity clothes? Indeed.

Stretch marks? Boob and thighs. Fun for all.

Sleep: Better, and less getting up at night. Although, back sleeping is now outlawed due to their tendency to induce BHs.

Best moment this week: Seeing the fam this past weekend!

Movement: Totally.

Food cravings: SUGAR.

Gender: Thinking girl.

Labor Signs: Braxton Hicks, probably forever.

Belly Button in or out? Barely innie.

What I miss: Sleeping on my back. Totally.

What I am looking forward to: Getting the nursery painted, and picking up furniture this weekend!

Weekly Wisdom: Always love and cuddle your furbabies!!! And swelling sucks. :)

Milestones: The swelling hath begun.

The rings are off, and so is the watch.

Posted 03 Aug 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, retail therapy

Swelling, party of 1.

Last week, my beloved Storm watch had to come off. It’s got a metal band and could not be adjusted to work with my expanding wrists, so…I bought a new one and had the band set with room to expand. Here it is!

All last week and this past weekend my rings have been tight and uncomfortable, but I was dealing because I just didn’t want them off yet. This morning at 5am, I woke up to actual pain in my ring finger…so I soaked my hands in super cold water and applied liberal soap, and FINALLY got them off. Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be able to get them back on again for a while. Hopefully they WILL fit again someday.

I ordered a fake set to wear temporarily. It looks like this:

It was only $25…so we’ll see how it works out. I had to order it a half size bigger than what my ring finger currently is (thanks so whole sizes only) so who knows if it’ll fit. If it’s big right away, I’m sure after a few weeks, it’ll fit just fine.

Also – in test results news – the lab tech that told me my iron was low and to take supplements was kind of wrong. Apparently my number was 10.8, and they like it to be around 11 or higher when you’re pregnant (since you have more blood volume, which tends to dilute your iron levels). The nurse I spoke to today said supplements weren’t really necessary, that I could try to add iron in my diet and that should be enough. THANK GOD. I hear those iron pills do a real disservice to an already slowed digestive system. :)

Unexpected benefits of losing a kitty.

Posted 30 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, the cats, The Hubs

Ladies (and gentlemen? There’s gotta be at least one male reader, right?) – I actually slept through the night last night.

Holy crap.

Granted, I did wake up a couple times, but fell right back asleep. The most important part is that I did not get up ONCE – not even to pee. It’s a miracle.

Sadly, I think it can be attributed to the fact that Miles is now in kitty heaven, and not knocking shit down every 2 hours because he’s hungry or bored or just wants to be an ass.

And thus, the story. If you cry easily or just lost a pet or just don’t feel like being depressed, I wouldn’t bother reading the rest of this post. But it feels good to get it out there, so…here it is.

I’ll start by saying the hubs is like, my effing hero. He was so strong for me when I couldn’t be.

When I got home from work, the hubs had Miles outside in the front and I walked up from the train and just lost it. He felt so bad…but it wasn’t even just seeing Miles, I’d been holding it in all day. To make matters worse, Miles was seemingly fine when I got home. I mean, I knew he’d get cruddy again at some point, but he was having a good moment of no snot or sneezing or anything. Then I started having second thoughts and was feeling so guilty for even considering putting him down, but the hubs kept reminding me that he WAS really sick.

We got there and they put us in this “Grieving room” that was like, a nicer, private waiting room. Our vet came in to put a catheter in his arm and reassured me that I was making the right decision. Hearing a medical professional say it made me feel better too. So, she came back with him and discussed what they were going to do, and we decided to have him cremated. Then she said she was just going to do it in that room, and I was like – “I can’t. I can’t be here and watch it. I feel guilty and horrible enough as it is to have just agreed to let you put him down.” The hubs said he would stay because he didn’t want him to die without at least one of us. So, I started saying goodbye to him and was about to leave the room but started bawling so I had to stick around for a few more seconds while I got my shit together. Suddenly Miles had this HUGE fit of sneezing and the worst snot I’ve ever seen come out of his little skull. It made me laugh for some reason, because even though it was horrible, it was EXACTLY what I needed to see in order to be okay with what was about to happen. I tried to wipe his nose, but our vet said she’d take care of it so I could get myself back in line so I could leave and walk through the regular waiting room. Like it mattered, I had myself together when I left the room and as soon as my foot entered the normal waiting area I just lost it. (I had to carry his effing empty carrier out to the car with a bunch of strangers and their pets looking at me – THE WORST.) So I went to the car and hyperventilate-cried for about 8 minutes until the hubs came out and it was over. He was SO upset, but it made me feel better that I wasn’t a freak for being so heartbroken. The hubs said that Miles was pretty chill, they gave him the sedative so he just kind of laid down and went to sleep, and the hubs was telling him we loved him, and then the vet said “he’s gone” and the hubs didn’t even notice that he’d stopped breathing. So…pretty peaceful.

**big sigh**

It’s weird being in a one cat household. Boo is certainly soaking up the attention we’re giving him. We both feel guilty at the same time, like Miles is somehow seeing the attention we’re showering on Boo and getting jealous or something (we were always VERY equal in our attention and love we showed to the boys when they were in the same room).

Each day will get better, but I expect it to suck for a few weeks. I started crying again in the shower this morning…but shower cries are better than the “at my desk” cries I was having on Monday and Tuesday.

I’m really REALLY looking forward to heading to my parents house this weekend. Getting away will help, I think.