The picture below is the bedding I am 98% sure I am going to order for Miles’ room. I ordered the pillow just to make sure I liked the colors since I’ve only seen pictures online. I was a little disappointed in the green color – it is a little more “forrest green” than I like. I was thinking I would paint one wall one of the bold colors, but I think green is out now.
I have a ton of projects I want to do before the baby comes and I’m frustrated that I am exhausted at the end of the day to actually get anything done.
Must get done projects:
1. Clean baby room – clear out rest of stuff in closet
2. Paint baby room (Joe will be doing this one)
3. Order various things that will take a while to get in (aka bedding, crib, etc.)
4. Finish registering at Target
Fun projects that aren’t as essential:
1. Turn old, ugly box into super cute toy box
2. Create wall art – thinking something with circles to go with dot theme
3. Organize Miles’ closet, pick out new organization tools – I love a good closet
In other news, I have thought of two movies that could qualify as good movies to watch as distractions during labor. The first one is Dan In Real Life. I remember that when I watched this last year it made me super happy because of how the family interacted with eachother. It made me excited about family. This is a good thing to focus on during contractions.
The other movie that I think would be a good choice is called Once. The music in this movie brought me back to memories of sitting in my dear friend, Emily’s living room, playing music until all hours of the night. These are good memories and would be a good distraction movie.
If anyone has any good advice, techniques, tricks of the birthing trade, please send them my way! If you can’t post a comment on here because you are not blog savy, you can email me at email@example.com
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I was up last night, with a good case of the “oh my word, I am actually going to have to deliver this baby in less than 14 weeks and I am terrified.” There was crying involved. And a confused husband who called me this morning to make sure I was okay. I am. And I know that I can do this. I just want to be as prepared as possible, so send me your suggestions!
Ah, status updates. I usually update my status on facebook once every few days. I usually feel a small sense of trepidation before I make an announcement to the world, so I don’t do it that often. Plus, I have this feeling that everything I am doing/thinking is not really all that worthy of a written update. Technically, my updates should always be “Catie is on facebook” or “Catie is updating her status” because those are most true to form.
Last night, I was situating myself for bed, which is a feat in it of itself because our bed is really high off the ground and getting in and out with this belly is a masterful art of aerobics, but after I catapulted myself on the bed, I made an announcement, “This pillow is not working” and a few minutes later, I made another one, “I need TUMS.” I was not saying this anyone in particular, namely my husband because he was the only one in the room (I hope), but I was simply updating the world on my status. Genius! I realized for the first time that though I am not great at the facebook status update, I am the master of The Verbal Status Update (I’ve capitalized those words for emphasis). Yes! The Verbal Status Update! I am constantly doing it! This type of communication occurs purely in spoken form and is directed toward everyone and no one within earshot, all at the same time. I have a feeling I have done this my whole life, but since I have been pregnant the rate at which I am verbally updating my status is off the charts.
Some common verbal updates these days:
“This baby is moving a lot.”
“I’m so lop-sided”
“Alright, time to put the feet up.”
“This baby is so low, I feel like he is going to fall out.”
“I am out of breathe and I just walked to the kitchen.”
“And I have to pee again.”
Sometimes I just grunt, moan, or sigh. These also count as verbal updates.
The privileged few who get to hear my verbal status updates (or VSU) are, of course, Joe, and the wonderful people I work with – my dear friends, Sarah and Kaity. I bet they do not find my VSUs as amusing as I do, so I think I will try to make them more entertaining for their sake. Sorry guys – funnier VSUs coming your way!
[I have been sitting here for the past 45 minutes unable to come up with what I want to write about. And then I looked to my left. All the most rockin’ blogs use the best trump card when they ain’t got nuthin to say. What is this trump card, you ask: Guest Blogger. Thus, comes the inspiration from my left. Joe is sitting to my left and I am going to let him guest blog. He told me he would but only if I let him post without seeing what he is writing. It’s a risky play but I am going to hand this one over to my loving husband. Joe, take it away:]
I would like to take this moment to share with readers what its like to have Catie as a pregnant wife. Now, I cannot compare her to my other pregnant wife’s, because that just wouldn’t be fair. Instead, I will give you my rookie, first time father opinion. First question: Is it really necessary to take so many pictures of your belly? This is probably my fault, because of the amount of times I comment on how freakin cute she is, because really, she is the cutest pregnant lady I have ever seen. In fact before her, I had never seen a pregnant lady and thought…. wow, thats a good lookin pregnant lady. But come on! My photo-booth gallery is getting clogged with Catie belly photos.
Now, you might be privately thinking, “wow, how conceded she must be to be taking all these pictures of herself. I know, I was thinking the same thing. Then I started looking through the rest of my photo library, and you know what I found…
Ok, so maybe she is not so bad after all. Gosh, cut her some slack… and anyone else who loves to stare at themselves in the viewfinder to say “cheese”.
Now, she is pregnant and has some sort of a cop out for taking all of those photos. So what is my excuse? I am still working on that. Maybe its that I get lonely, so I to take a picture of myself and pretend I am hanging out with my twin. Maybe its that I think when other people are in a picture with me, they cramp my style. Not really sure, but I would like to hear your prognosis. What is the psychological reasoning behind me taking pictures of myself in random places, with no purpose?