Friday, August 10, 2007

Early Nursery Pics . . .

At long last, I'm happy to show off a mostly empty, finally painted nursery!



This is the fantastico star blanket that Madame DeBarge made.
It is by far the coolest thing the kid has received; I'm grateful to have a car seat/stroller, a crib, and a metric ton of baby clothes - but this is the kind of thing you try to keep forever!

I have been hiding this blanket from all my pets, who have a knack for trying to take ownership of my favorite items (or anything I pay too much attention to, possibly depriving them of attention for more than three minutes). To their credit, I have purchased used knit baby blankets from garage sales for them to nap/shed on in the hopes that they spend a little less time shedding on my furniture. As you can see, Suki wasted no time whatsoever in trying to lay claim to the forbidden baby blankie - other than moving the frog hamper over to conceal my painting error, this photo was not staged, no cookie bribery was involved.



Note to self: paint chips lie. Yellow paint is always much more vibrant and bright on walls than you can possibly imagine. I was actually considering getting an even more intense color of yellow - thank goodness I opted for the slightly more subdued color! In person, the color resembles watered-down orange juice, and the dresser is the color of butter. Given that the wine-red carpet was not going anywhere, I'm quite pleased with how this turned out. All the same, I hope the yellow seems less intense once I've got more baby stuff moved into the room.

I had goldenrod/yellow shag carpet in my room when I was little, and one of the walls had fantastic gaudy yellow/gold/orange/brown flowers and vines on a white background. I can only guess that's why I'm inflicting this color scheme on my future baby?

Do you remember how your room was decorated when you were a tiny kid?

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

2069.11 miles safety zone

For ONCE, I have found reason to be happy that my sister is living over two thousand miles away from me. She'll have a hard time kicking my butt from such a distance!

On Sunday night, I promised her that I would take a belly photo of myself and email it to her. . . . and I haven't done it yet. Now that my derby league's first home bout is over (WE WON!!!) and one of my shouldn't-be-my-problem tasks at work has been delegated to someone else (HOORAY!) I really don't have a great excuse for my tardiness.

Now that I think (type?) if it, if she were within butt-kicking distance, she's be able to see my belly and this wouldn't be an issue.

Regardless, I'm being a slacker - but a slacker who is finally done painting the nursery walls and is slowing moving baby items into the nursery in a feeble attempt to bring the rest of the house back to "normal".

At the risk of being a huge liar, I'll post some belly and nursery pics (including the blakine from MadameDebarge) later this week.

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Tomorrow, I am going to the ______ State Fair with my parents, where I plan on eating the worlds finest pork burger sandwich, corn on the cob, a chocolate milkshake, a portion of elephant ear, and other fantastic carnie food. I also aspire to take at least a dozen decent photos and not pass out from the heat, but I'm mostly focused on fooooooood these days.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

I'm alive!



Just wanted to convince you that I'm alive and mostly well; these days I'm feeling more like Frankenstein's monster than the lively doctor, but I'm sure I'll be in better shape soon.

I've been revisiting exhausted-and-nauseated land lately, and boy it seems to suck worse the second time around! I made a whiny call to my medical office and was told to stick to bland foods, extra liquids and plenty of rest - talk about "DUH!!" advice!

I was actually insulted that I wasn't told to at least pee in a cup - but apparently none of my weird-ass symptoms add up to anything to be concerned about, I'm assuming because "the kid"/"Gozer"/"Baby Rampage" continues to use my uterus as a private mosh pit. My midwife was out of the office, and apparently the male OB/GYN who took my message didn't understand how creepy it is to feel like your unborn child is kicking you IN the cooter? I damn near expected to see a tiny foot sticking out!

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When work slows down a bit and I'm less obsessed with sleeping non-stop I'll get back to visiting all my bloggie friends. . . . what's new with you anyway??

IN SUPER FANTASTIC NEWS:
Madame DeBarge sent me the most fantastic baby blanket EVER and I am both rude and a lame-ass fool for not having posted a photo of it yet, much less written her a thank-you.

IN OTHER FANTASTIC NEWS:
My roller derby team has their first home bout this Saturday. I'm really looking forward to the spectacle, and really looking forward to getting my life back for a little while afterwards. "Volunteer Coordinating" is not for weenies, and possibly not for somewhat-sickly pregnant women. I've had a ball being so involved with the league, but hope to high heaven that getting the next two home bouts arranged is much much easier than this!