Oh my word, I can hardly move. I feel like I have been steam rolled. Moving, unpacking, and settling a house for 12 hours in a row wearing flipflops and pregnant is about as smart as leather pants. I think my heels hate me. I am finally sitting with my legs propped up and waiting patiently for my McDonalds “chicken” nuggets to arrive. I have popped two extra strength tylenol and am desperate for some relief. Some may say I overdid it, but I tried really hard to let everyone move the heavy stuff.
I first of all want to say that we have some of the most incredible friends and family in the world. To me, the ultimate favor to ask anyone is to move you. It is hard, long work. It isn’t exactly breezy and cool outside in VA either. These guys sweat their butts off for 4 hours loading and unloading all of our earthly belongings. They were amazing, had great attitudes, and managed to joke around the whole time. My inlaws and my parents stuck around for 6 hours after we moved in and continued to unpack us, put things together, crush boxes, organize, all the crappy grunt work! We bought 7 gallons of paint yesterday and we only had time to cut in one room. Tomorrow is our major paint day. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly have more fun in 48 hours…we get to paint all afternoon. I admit it, I am a major moving nazi. I CAN NOT live in a sea of boxes for months and white walls. I have to get EVERYTHING done as quick as possible. We unpacked at least 80% of everything. The rest of it, I need to weed out things to sell and what to store in the attic. I hope to have at least 3 rooms completely painted by tomorrow leaving only half the house. I am so excited and abundantly grateful to the Lord for providing such a great house. We absolutely LOVE it. I still can’t believe it is ours!
WE took “before” pictures yesterday, so as soon as we finish up the painting we will post “after” pictures. I think I am going to pass out while watching The Italian Job. Peace.
Archive for July, 2006
I have been reading a lot of pregnant pals blogs and all the crazy dreams they have been having. I can echo this sentiment tenfold. This morning I was in such a deep sleep I felt drugged. Truth be told, I did take a half a Tylenol PM…but this was an unusually deep sleep. I have had a million dreams about the baby, most of them a little freaky….but this dream wigged me out.
It starts out in my parents old house in NY. I walk into their bedroom and what do I see on their bed but a cobra and a black diamond snake (of course I would see these desert dwelling snakes in upstate NY in my parents second story bedroom…what is so unusual about that?) Anyway, our precious dog Charlotte was on the bed with these snakes and they were both raised up poised to strike at her. Being a compassionate dreamer, I knew instinctively that if she got bit she would never survive. My mothering/protecting instincts kicked in and in one fell swoop I grabbed both snakes by their tales and jerked them towards me so I could grab them around the mouth. Number one on the list of stupid things to do in your life: grab a deadly snake around their mouth. Well, needless to say, the cobra bit me in the wrist, but I still got his mouth secured after that. Even though I was dreaming I had the physical sensation of my right wrist and hand stiffening up. Once I got the snakes outside, I killed them with a shovel. Don’t ask me how I managed to take down two snakes with one shovel…I am apparently pretty amazing .
The best part is I came back inside and I found my dad and told him I had been bit by the cobra and needed medical help. So what does a wise father tell his daughter with poison running through her veins….rinse it off with cold water. You know what…it worked! I was cured of the deadly bite. These doctors are obviously missing a very simple cure to the common cobra bite….RINSE IT OFF WITH COLD WATER! None of this snake bite serum crap. I spent the rest of the dream going around my parents house with a flashlight killing all these tiny baby snakes. I was flattening them with my flip-flop. Completely whacked out, vivid dream.
So I hope you enjoyed my tale of heroism. Charlotte is now safe and sound from any cobras in our apartment complex if they decide to migrate from NY to VA. It is good to know you have a superpower to overcome such obstacles as deadly snakes. Don’t be jealous.
So here she is in all her splendor. Like I said, she looks a little sterile right now, but once I get my hands on her she will look spiffy in no time. We met with our friend tonight, who is the landscaper we are doing a trade out with and he has a bunch of ideas. I cannot wait until Monday when it is officially our home! You have to picture it with a red door, new flower boxes filled with beautiful color, ivy up the ugly lattice work and landscaping and then you will catch the vision. We will take some interior shots on Saturday when we move our things in. Yippee for us!
This weekend went by in a blink! Friday I went to the OB for another ultrasound. I am happy to report that Chloe is still a girl. I had a small little tinge of doubt that things could be different. My cousin Julie had two ultrasounds telling her girl and when she had her baby a couple months ago they pulled little Samuel out! What a shock! You would think gender shots would be pretty accurate by now!
Chloe looked great, although we had an ultrasound tech that had the personality of a piece of moldy cheese. It was really bad. It was hard not to laugh. I think you have to try hard to be that unenthusiastic. This is such an exciting thing to see your baby and she was completely deadpan, monotone, stuck to the technical descriptions of each biological part. YAWN! I was about to jerk the wand out of her hand and do it myself. It took her forever to get to the profile shots and then she gave us about a 2 second glimpse. Hello…that is the best part! I’d like to see my daughters face if that wouldn’t be too much trouble! Sometimes I wonder how much people hate their jobs or if they are just joy stealers. This is my only visual connection to my child until she is born. I was seriously going to check her (the technician’s) heart beat to see if she was alive or not. I was warned about her, but we have been so lucky to get the other lady the other 4 times I can’t complain too much.
By the way, the scales at the OB office are evil, lying, bastards and I care very little to ever see one again.
So Saturday Ryan and I went around our neighborhood to yard sales. We ended up shelling out $7.00 total for 72″ blinds, 2 white wooden shelves for the nursery and a brand new two pack of car shades for the back seat of the car to protect Chloe. I bought the shades from a teacher friend of mine. When I went to get my money out I knocked my whole tumbler of coffee over and it starts streaming down the driveway towards all the other things she was selling. Panic moment. So Ryan and I are trying to fan our feet out and block the streams from going too far and getting coffee on all her merchandise. I felt so stupid and embarrassed. I have always been clumsy, but it is OUT OF CONTROL right now. I have a solid bet going with myself that I will break a toe before I have this baby. I bash my toes on EVERYTHING. Today, while teaching, I backed into a chair and fell backwards in front of the kids. No recovery, you just have to take the comments they throw at you. I think I scared them because they all flew out of their seats to help me. No, no, nothing hurt or damaged but my pride. Just help the dumb, clumsy, pregnant lady. In all honesty, I am scaring myself lately. This is a 180 from my normally “together” self. I can’t hold a thought in my head or get a full story out without forgetting what I was talking about. Somebody save me from myself or put a bubble around me.
Ryan and I packed to the tune of 5 hours on Saturday! We gutted the hall closet, outdoor storage closet and finally his closet. We are clothes whores…it is shameless. I think Ryan’s t-shirts were having babies because we couldn’t get to the end of the stack. We had to make a “brother” pile, which consisted of all the shirts Joe and Sam have left at our house. A dad pile, which consists of all the XL t-shirts Ryan has accummulated and are too big for him so my dad can have them and finally the Goodwill pile….send them to more needy people. It is a sickening feeling of accomplishment to organize and weed. We rewarded ourselves with a movie rental, Syriana. Okay, loved Traffic (which is directed by the same guy), but I could NOT understand or hang with this movie. It was so confusing…somebody…please explain all the plot lines. Both of us feel asleep at various times throughout, so that never helps.
Okay, this post is getting too long. I will see if I can talk Ryan into adding pics of the house tonight. I will have to use my Kelly Charm Potion. This means food, not anything dirty!
Dun…nuh…nuh….nuhhhhh…Can’t touch this. Okay, so I know I impressed many of you last week with my shocking and appalling post about working out. I showed the YMCA who is boss and I meant it. I know I didn’t really impress you, but I sure did impress myself. I went swimming twice last week and worked out on the cardio machines twice. This week I have swam twice and worked out on the cardio machine once and the week isn’t over yet! It is about dang time I got my act together. Ironically, I have felt sick as a dog for the last 7 days. Nausea, diahrrea, insane back aches, and cramping. It has me a little worried, but I know I am way overdue for the chiropractor and summer school is wiping me out. Tomorrow I have another ultrasound and appt. with the doctor so I know this will help ease any anxiety.
So here is the announcement you have all been waiting for….WE GOT THE HOUSE!!!! God did an amazing thing and gave us the best blessing ever….a home for Chloe and a yard for Charlotte. We found out yesterday that the loan went through and we close on July 31st. The seller is going to let us move our stuff in next Saturday and I am going to try and paint a few rooms on Sunday before we officially move in on Monday. I am psyched out of my mind and had a cry of thanksgiving yesterday. This house is 10X’s better than the first one, even though it is smaller and it has so much potential once I get my hands on it and start giving it charm and color! I have promised my mother that we would get a picture of the house up ASAP. The outside is really plain, but Ryan is doing a trade out with a landscaper for a website, so hopefully by the fall this house will be looking adorable inside and out. I am dying to decorate, so this just thrills me to no end! I am going to have to hide my debit card and be creative with what I currently own.
So I am in that horrible position of flipping between Project Runway and So You Think You Can Dance. What to do, what to do? They are both fantastic for different reasons. Ryan hates me flipping back and forth, but I don’t want to miss anything. I can’t stand it when they double book my TV night. These are the only two shows I am into right now and they keep overlapping them…UGH!
Oh one more thing about my new found swimming career. I went to Target (what, so Target and I are best friends, shut up) and I bought a swimming cap. Let me explain myself because I do realize the only other people in the world with swim caps are professional swimmers and old, old, old ladies who don’t want their blue hair to run (of which I am neither). I just happened to be blessed with a massive head of hair. It is naturally curly and therefore if it is washed too much it becomes as brittle as hay. It is not good for me to take a shower then a few hours later swim, then shower again afterwards. I might as well look into pixie haircuts because my hair will never survive the elements. It is already hard enough to look in the mirror at the Y. There is a warped version of myself staring back in a maternity swimsuit. I can handle the belly just fine, but the ever growing cottage cheese on my thighs and butt could supply a dairy farm. Not to mention I must work for the Pony Express because my saddlebags are taking on a fantasticly scary shape. Now I am topping off my look with a condom head which makes my proportions even more exaggerated. I told my friends Erin and Joy (my swim buddies) that if someone had shown me a crystal ball at age 20 of what I would look like at 30…I would have never believed it. I am already at the place in my life where I care less and less about what people think and more and more about what is comfortable or what helps make my life easier. I have to rate my cap with a C-. Yes, it kept the bun on top of my head mostly dry, but there was a soaked ring all the way around my head about 3 inches in. I guess that is better than sopping wet hair, but I expected a little more from the name brand Speedo. Geesh, you would think $8.00 would get you somewhere. Oh well.
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