The last few days I definitely hit a “nesting” mode of sorts and decided it was high time to put the nursery in gear and get it moving. Wednesday, I decided I would paint the wall, or at least the part of it that I could reach without moving the dresser on my own. I was a little distressed to find that my painting shirt had shrunk significantly since the last time I wore it. Go figure.
The color we decided on is a nice sky-blue. If you know me at all you know that I absolutely hate the whole “pink is for girls, blue is for boys” concept. Total crap. So I figured since I was using that “Someday I will save the world” canvas as a color inspiration, I would stick with the gray-blue-yellow theme (my glider is also gray, so it fit). Plus I figured the blue is neutral enough that we shouldn’t have to paint over it when we move and turn this house into a rental.
So, since the painting only took me about an hour and I still had all evening before Cameron came home I decided that I would tackle the crib. I like putting things together. (Just so nobody freaks out, I never lifted anything heavy, I took frequent breaks, had all the windows open, and drank lots of water.)
The cats were not altogether pleased that I was turning their “rec room” into the baby’s room.
The crib, also, took me no time at all to get put together. I am so pleased with the way it looks. And, I did not know this, but it also came with a trundle drawer for underneath. The description on the Babies R Us page didn’t say it or I must have missed it; either way I’m really pleased that it was included because now I have a little extra storage for sheets and bedding and whatnot.
And yes, if you’re wondering, that IS my wedding dress hanging there on the closet door. I have still neglected to get it put in the shipping box I bought to sent it off to be professionally cleaned and sealed. I should probably get on that.
We don’t have the mattress or any bedding for it yet, but we’re thinking tomorrow we will go down the hill and splurge and get those items ourselves.
So, yesterday, I had a few hours before Cameron got home from work and thought I’d tackle the next step in the decorating process, the tree. I bought a decal at Target to hang on the wall since we’ll be leaving this place in a few years and I didn’t want to deal with painting over a lot of stuff. I pulled open the container and first found this.
Seems simple enough. So I flip it over, and….
Right. Instructions on reverse side, huh? Okay. So, in the absence of instructions I figured, well, I can probably figure this out myself. On the sheets with the stickers each removable piece had a letter next to it, which I took to mean it was similar to a color-by-numbers and the letters would match up with the corresponding letter, and that would be that. Not so difficult. Until I got to the middle section of the trunk that said I needed to connect two pieces labeled I and K. Well, there were no pieces on the sheet that said I or K. Right. So I passed by those, finished the rest of the tree, and was left with two major sections labeled L and M. The letters didn’t match but the sizes were correct so I attached them anyway. Obviously someone in quality control doesn’t know their letters. Either way, it took me less than an hour once I figured out what I was doing, and this was the end result.
My nerdy side definitely stepped back and went “Hey look! It’s the white tree of Gondor!” I think it looks great, with the exception that it is a little smaller than the packaging advertised. The box said it would be 53″ tall and 45″ wide, but it ended up being closer to 45″ tall and only 40″ wide. So, as a result, the measurement I did to place it in a good spot on the wall kind of fell flat (or short), and it’s a little lower than I would have liked especially once we put the crib up next to it, but there were so many pieces there is no way I’m going to take it down and try it again. So instead we’re going to buy another one and put it up on the other side of the crib, and then either find some cloud decals or just paint a couple on the wall, which I figure will be easy enough not to screw up (I couldn’t draw my way out of a paper bag) and won’t be too much of a pain to paint over later.
So, still not totally done yet, but the big thing (the crib) is done and I’m glad I don’t have to worry about getting that put together when I am 8 months pregnant and too big to pick up the pieces myself. (As it was it was pretty tough to lean into the crib and get the mattress spring in…) I want the room to be totally done by the time baby gets here because we are not planning to co-sleep and I want her to be sleeping in that crib from night one. I still need to finish the painting where the dresser is right now (didn’t want to move that by myself) so hopefully that will get done this weekend, and we can also get the second tree and clouds and border up. I’m concerned about the room being a little cramped because we have this giant bed in there with nowhere else to put it, so once I get everything pretty much in order I can figure out how to mount some shelves/baskets and get a little more storage going on. I do have the entire closet to work with, so getting that organized will be good for me. I also need to vacuum the crap out of the carpet. But, the point is the process is started, and it makes me feel much better.
As for me, I am 26 weeks now and starting to feel a little on the big side. I’m at 18 pounds gained and I know that’s still totally normal and I have a ways to go before this is over but it definitely doesn’t make me feel great. I’ve never ever seen the scale that high and it feels scary to me. I feel like I hit that point where my body feels and looks very foreign to me, especially (sorry, TMI alert) my boobs. They look SO WEIRD. Ugh, I hate it. I don’t like not liking my body, because for the most part we had a pretty good relationship pre-pregnancy, my body and I, and it took a really long time to get there. All I can think about sometimes is getting back to the gym once the baby comes and getting back into shape, which I know should not be my focus, but it has been. I guess that’s normal. I’m still not sleeping great, although the night I put the crib together I was so sore I slept like a freaking rock. I notice I sleep better when the cat is locked out of the room, since he likes to step all over me and wakes me up half the night. The last two nights I’ve had some soreness so I took some Tylenol PM and that seemed to help me sleep quite a lot, but I’d rather not make that a habit if I can help it. My ankles started swelling at the end of the day too. Other not-so-pleasant symptoms at this point include heartburn and acne and soreness in my hips, but I guess for the most part I still feel pretty good. Could be worse! I have to keep telling myself that.
Also….we seem to have encountered a crisis and it has to do with the baby’s name. And not her middle name either, though that still hasn’t been picked out. We’ve been discussing it a lot lately and I have a feeling we might end up settling on something other than Celia, though nothing is decided for sure yet. And that’s okay, I mean, nothing is set in stone until it’s on the birth certificate anyway. It’s not like she will know the difference. On the plus side, the new name we’ve fallen for includes all the letters in Celia, so I wouldn’t have to throw away the name letters I already bought, just add a few more and rearrange them. I’m not going to say what it is yet, until we decide for sure. Could end up be nothing. We’re still talking about it. Hint: it’s in a song. Helpful right.
In parting, I thought I’d include a photo that accurately describes the kind of craziness we often have to deal with in Estes Park. I know I complain about the tourists a lot….but this could help explain why.
Yes. Those are two tents set up on the city golf course. Because free camping on the golf course makes total sense.