(Sorry so scowly. Pictures today = not so fab.)
First off, a belated happy Mother's Day to all mothers, mothers-to-be, caretakers, givers, lovers, friendly folk, etc etc. I had planned to write Mother's Day post yesterday but instead spent the day with my family, brunching on bagels and etsy (window) shopping with my mom who has joined me in my obsession with all things nursery. Oh my gosh, it begins.
This weekend I bought a ye olde rocking chair for fifty bucks at a consignment store, found several AMAZING fabrics for the curtains and crib bumper (still narrowing down the selection) and decided on a room "theme" of sorts! I mean... it's more of a "this and that" theme but still. More on that, later, just trust me when I say it will be amazing! I think! Because I have never done a nursery before and will never do one again. Also, I never planned a wedding. One would think that would be apropos of nothing, but it isn't. Every woman needs to obsess over the things she can control when entering a situation in which she recognizes how out of control she truly is. In my case, I am obsessing over finding the perfect flea market dresser to match the knobs I fell in love with over the weekend. Yes, knobs. I love knobs.
Don't worry. I will bore you all to tears with my nursery posts coming soon to a screen near you.
This week the babies are "turnips", which is adorable. By far my favorite vegetable comparison, and I feel huge and awkward. This week I suddenly feel uncomfortable sitting in chairs. I'm also spilling shit all over my stomach (what IS that?) and bumping into walls because I'm not used to being quite so girthy around the middle.
Heartburn hath begun which SUCKS. I was totally expecting this to happen (pregnancy brings all the acid to my yard) but still. Bummer central. I also had my first non-airplane related ankle swelling the other day. Remember when this happened? Well, I've reached the point of pregnancy where restricted sandals must be retired to the closet. At least on days when the temperature goes northbound on the 1-90.
In the meantime, I'm living in Maxi dresses and flip-flops. And this unitard, which might have to be retired next. The plan is to see how far I can wear it before it explodes on me in public.