Sunday, February 23, 2014

Week 24 of "All I want for Christmas is to not be kicked in the lady parts"

 *So, in case you've forgotten, these posts come from a journal I began when we found out we were pregnant, so it's a little behind the times. For example, this post, labeled "Week 24" is being posted when I'm actually 33 weeks pregnant. I'm trying to catch up, really, I am. Life keeps happening*

Warning: any baby posts might involve some unappetizing talk including, but not limited to: my lady parts, peeing, and the word “fetus”. Proceed with caution.

Well, kids, there's good news and bad news about feeling your baby move for the first time. The good news is that the soul-crushing fear that there's nothing in your abdomen except bagels is finally put to rest. The bad news is, babies kick in weeeeiiird places. I happen to have an anterior placenta, which the doctor tells me is where the placenta attaches on the anterior (or, the navel side) of your uterus. It's not a big deal, except that it provides a little cushion between Baby Mc and I. So, when I feel her move, it's not right up front, but rather a little, eh, lower. It can be a little surprising to say the least. Generally, you don't expect movement down there. But I'm not complaining – it's a big improvement.

Baby Girl McCurdy (who, by the way, does have a name, but I have to save it for a future post or you'll all bail on me, I know it, and then who will read these ramblings??) had a pretty awesome Christmas this week! Russell's mom came up from Nashville for a visit on Christmas Eve Eve. She brought Baby Mc a big bag of onesies and sleepers as well as a Boppy pillow and some stuffed animals. She also wrote her a very sweet card that we can stick in her baby book. 


Baby bellies are great for holding Christmas cookies.

We spent Christmas day with my parents who continued to prove that buying gifts for baby is WAY more fun than buying gifts for Russell and I :) Just kidding, we love receiving baby gifts. It makes it seem a big more tangible when you hold the teensy onesie up and imagine a baby inside of it. My parents gave her a set of swaddling blankets (JUST LIKE JESUS, AMIRIGHT??), a precious little porcelain bird night light, a “Made in Knoxville” onesie, and of course, the “Aardvark” wooden puzzle.

Stats

Baby is the size of a(n): CANTELOUPE. Gulp. Um, guys, canteloupes are PRETTY FREAKING HUGE. As I type this, I can feel my heart rate going up. Also, my legs crossing.

Yikes. Epidural?  I'll take two, thanks.
 
How I'm feeling: Overall, really good, with one little issue called spd. I will blog about it another time, because it involves words like “pelvic girdle” and “pubic”. Ew. Basically, it makes my hips hurt. A lot.

How much weight have I gained: Why did I put this stat in here in the first place? This is stupid. Whatever, here it is: 22 pounds. Yup. I'm in this pregnancy group on facebook and occassionally some other prego lady posts something like, “Hey peeps!!!! I'm, like, 25 weeks pregnant and I've totes already gained, like, 8 POUNDS!! OMG! Like, how do I totally stop from being such a piggy piggers???” and I want to reach through the screen and smack. a. bitch.

Cravings: You know, I really haven't had too many cravings. They're more of demands. As in, pregnancy is a great reason to demand that Russell make me more cookies. Also, in case you were wondering how I've gained 22 pounds, there's your sign.

How Russell's doing: Super! Russell is pretty much SuperHusband. He even bought the baby a Christmas ornament and some teensy little socks :)

How the nursery is coming along: Well, in a figurative sense, it's going really well. I know what I want, as far as furniture goes. I've contacted the upholsterer who will be re-covering a bargain glider we picked up before we ever got pregnant. I think I found some fabric to make into curtains. All of the baby clothes we've received are clean and hanging in the closet. In the literal sense though, it's, um, literally quite empty. I'm working on it. 

Tasks I've had to avoid because I'm pregnant: Well, the aforementioned spd makes walking super painful. So, Christmas shopping was pretty rough this year. Also, climbing stairs and rolling over in bed are torture. One task I haven't avoided at all: lying on my right side, on the couch. :)

Best part of being pregnant this week: Well, it's our last Christmas sans baby, which is weird but fun too. So, we're trying to soak up every last moment of it being “just the two of us”.

Worst part of being pregnant this week: Constant hip pain. Otherwise, this week was pretty spectacular! :)

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Week 21, or "It's a......"

Warning: any baby posts might involve some unappetizing talk including, but not limited to: my lady parts, peeing, and the word “fetus”. Proceed with caution.

Well, we had a very exciting doctor's appointment this week!

Russell and I went in to finally find out Aardvark's gender. I was completely sure it was a boy – Russell insists it's a girl. One of us is bound to be right.

When we first got into the ultrasound room, we were pretty nervous. Aardvark was basically upside down in there – feet up by its head, butt down. After a lot of aggressive “ultra-sounding” from the technician, plus some rolling around to shake the baby up, she finally came up with a conclusion. We had her write it down on a notecard and put it in an envelope for us to open later.

I don't know why it's sideways. TECHNOLOGY.

The rest of the day was torture! We were soooooo ready to know if this was a lady Aardvark or a fella. We treated ourselves to a fancy, fondue dinner at The Melting Pot.

Here's my “what's in the envelope???” face

We ordered our meal and even waited for the first course to come before I was like, “we have to open this envelope immediately.”

Here's Russell with the envelope:

Russell let me be the one to open it and here's my reaction:



Can you guess from the picture what the note said? :)



GIRL!!

We are over-the-moon excited! I am completely shocked. Russell is SO excited to have a daughter. What can I say? A GIRL!! :) 


We told our parents on Thanksgiving Day – we showed them the ultrasound video. They are, of course, super excited too! Now, off to figure out what baby girls need..... this doesn't mean I have to paint a room in my house PINK, does it??? The only "pink" I own is vintage Pyrex....



Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Week 20, or “The One where I write big checks to sub-contractors”

 
Nursery = DONE!

Now, by “done”, I mean that it has 4 sheetrocked walls, refinished hardwood floors, closets that can hold clothing, wires that are in the wall, and no lead paint. “Done” does not mean that it has furniture.

A little history on the nursery: when we moved in, the house was divided into 2 apartments and this room was our master bedroom. Here's a shot of the day we first saw it:


So, a few things you can notice here – the floors needed to be re-done. The electric boxes are on the outside of the baseboard, as opposed to being inside the wall. You probably can't tell, but the walls are plaster- not a bad thing, but they weren't in great condition.  And here's the scariest part:


What you're looking at here is the HUGE crack in the ceiling where the plaster had separated from the lathe. Just what you want to sleep underneath, right?

So, pretty much the first project we undertook in the new house was having this ceiling removed and replaced with drywall. Of course, the drywallers royally screwed up the floors, which then REALLY needed to be refinished, but we were out of money, so we compromised and basically had them cleaned really well by a company called “Mr. Sandless”. More on that another time, basically it's not worth your money. We also re-tiled a fireplace because the old tile was broken and gross.

Here's the fireplace side of the room:

After demo, before shiny new tile
After!

















The rest of the room..... not so "shiny"

Not the greatest picture, but ya know. This was after we'd done the big renovation and were using this room as storage. Also, I'm noticing that we never painted above the window trim. Psh, details.

So, fast forward a couple years: that room sits, pretty well unused except to hold random stuff, until we find out we're preggers. We wanted to get this room as “done” as possible so that Aardvark wouldn't have to be uprooted someday so we could re-do floors or walls. We hired our contractor to remove all the moldings and install sheetrock over the plaster. We considered ripping all the plaster out and insulating the walls, but decided against it for a couple reasons – first, the horrible mess that is plaster demolition, and second, the fact that this room stays warm in the winter and cool in the summer on its own. While he was at it, we had him install beadboard in the closets, move the electrical outlets up into the walls, and replace the baseboards. Once he was done, our favorite hardwood repair company came in and refinished the floors. Russell painted the walls "Sea Mist Green" - we don't know the gender yet, so we figured this could go either way.

Here's the final result:
Looking into a closet - hard to tell, but that's beadboard on the walls

All of the original woodwork went back up seamlessly

By the way, if you're wondering why that door isn't painted white: That poor little door is the ONLY one that has been left unpainted in our house's 110 years. I know it doesn't match, but I just couldn't take white paint to that beautiful finish. Someday, I'll have the time (and patience and arm muscles) to refinish all the other doors to match this one. :)


Oh, beautiful hardwood floors. I love you so. 

I am in LOVE with these floors. Don't let anyone tell you your hardwood floors are too far gone - these are 110 years old and look how stunning they are!

So, now we are on to actually putting furniture into the room. We're thinking a crib, dresser which we'll use as a changing table, glider for late night rocking, and some kind of toy storage.