wooly bully.

no, this post isn't about sam the sham and the pharaohs.
although it could be.
because the song wooly bully is amazing.

but no, it's about a blanket.
we have this extra fuzzy wooly bully super comfy uber warm thick blanket in our great room.
it's everyone's favorite blanket.
people fight over it when they come to visit us.
this could be because it's so comfy, or because our great room is so cold.
if i'm hanging out in the great room, odds are i'm buried under this blanket.
i've considered buying a second so i don't have to share when family comes over.
it's that fantastic.

little finn has recently discovered the power of the blanket.

you see, finn is typically a very happy baby.  (unless he's hungry.)
but he's not a very sleepy baby.
he's very very alert.
this morning i fell asleep for an hour and woke up and he was still just staring at me.
that was cute.
but sometimes i want him to go to sleep.

sometimes he acts like he's ready to go to sleep:

and i think "i am going to put you down".

and then he gives me this eye:

"just kidding, not sleepy.

do NOT put me down."

enter, blanket.

it's magical.

finn is no match for its blanket power.

wooly bully!

today was awesome.

we did this...

 

and this...

and this...

tuck spiced it up a bit and i found him doing this...

the past few days i've been doing a lot.

running around all over town doing errands and doing chores around the house just like i normally did without a baby. 

i think it really threw finn off.  

he wasn't sleeping a lot during the day, but i think that's because i was constantly putting him in and out of carseats, strollers, slings and swings, trying to tote him from place to place and room to room.  

today was fantastic because we just stayed home, i limited my to do list, and finn slept like an angel all day long.

well not all day. we still had some play time!

i am so thankful that finn only gets up once at night to eat.
that he always sits happily in his swing in the mornings while i get a shower and do my hair and makeup... (i read things about moms who can't get out of their pj's and i'm like omg i would die if i didn't look cute!)
thankfully i have a baby who understands that. 

today, even though we didn't leave the house, i still got myself and finn ready, dusted the whole house, swiffered the upstairs, made the bed, fixed a big egg breakfast, took care of tuck, got better at pumping, put on my skinny jeans, wrote some blogs, sent some work emails, and wrapped some pretty presents:

i didn't go to target to buy rubbermaid containers to store finn's outgrown newborn clothes and buy dog food, because i realized billy can help me with that this weekend.
i didn't wash our sheets, or mop the hardwood floors, because i realized they were okay, no one notices the floors like i do.  and i just washed the sheets last week.  and it was okay for finn and i to take it easy.

and finn really really liked taking it easy

(i moved the rooster)

so today was fantastic.  because my baby is happy.  

and that's just perfect.

there's a new bird in town!

can you spot him?

look closely...

cockadoodledooooo!

you know i love my bird paraphernalia! 

i think i either need to 

a) paint the base so he sticks out more or 

b) relocate him to a place where he's more noticeable

i don't really love where i have him right now... but i do love him!

two weeks and favorite things.

two weeks ago today...

woah.
what a wonderful whirlwind it has been.
i can't believe our little boy is two weeks old.

so far motherhood is a little different than i expected... although i don't really know what i expected.
after being super laid back easy going pregnant lady, i have somehow morphed into super nervous highly anxious second guessing myself constantly new mommy.

i keep having to remind myself (over and over and over) to stop and take a breath and relax and enjoy little finn being little.
i have to tell myself to stop multi-tasking.
i don't have to simultaneously breastfeed, cook dinner, and do laundry.  (yes i did that).

i want to enjoy the little moments more, i want to cuddle him longer, i want to not freak out when he fusses, and i want to care less about cleaning my floors and organizing baby clothes. 
i want to cut myself a break on putting him on a schedule and being on a routine, and let finn just be a baby for a little while.

i hope that the more i get used to being a mommy, the more i trust my gut, and can breathe deeper, and just relax.  things don't have to be perfect.  they don't have to be textbook.  and i hope i can stop being so suddenly type a- so finn can grow up to be a relaxed and laid back little boy.

i don't know why i'm so nervous!
it's hard when your baby can't say "mom, i prefer sleeping on my side thank you" or "mom, i'm screaming because i just crapped myself, not because i want you to shove your boob in my mouth" or "mom, i'm baking over here, can you please take this hat off of me".
but i'm figuring it out.  luckily finn is a pretty well behaved little fella.

i wanted to share a few favorite things that billy and i have discovered as new parents.
some of the things we like the best for baby finn really surprised both of us.

so here's my first two weeks "favorite things" list:

1) breastfeeding.
it kind of skeeved me out a little bit before.  it definitely skeeved billy out.  but i can now tell you, it's not skeevy, it feels totally normal, it's totally easy, and i just buttoned my size 24 jeans today thankyouverymuch.  weightloss bonus aside, it's seriously fantastic.  many times billy and i have looked at each other and said "seriously, can you imagine having to go mix a bottle of formula in the kitchen right now!?" no. no we cannot.  it's healthy, it's portable, it's easy.  and if my boobs stay this big and my waist keeps shrinking i'll probably breastfeed finn until sixth grade.
ew gross. totally kidding.

2) cloth diapers.
everyone laughed at me when i said i was going to use cloth diapers.  but i'm using them and i love them.  babies poop a lot.  serious amounts of money would be being spent right now on disposables.  finn loves his cloth diapers, they are soft on his butt, and it's no biggie to throw in a load of diapers every other day or so.  we currently use bumgenius newborn size diapers.  i have 16 and it's plenty.  we also use cloth wipes, which i recommend even higher than cloth diapers.  they do an amazing job (much better than disposable wipes) and you can also use them for baby sponge baths.  which brings me to my next favorite thing...

3) a wipes warmer.
if you get a wipes warmer at your baby shower, all the older moms will laugh at you.  it's true.  you will probably think it is superfluous and silly.  it is not.  it is amazing.  it's billy's favorite thing.  we have both wiped a lot of bottoms, and we can tell you that there's nothing little nephews like less than a cold wipe on their willie.  finn is much more tolerant of diaper changes with nice warm wipes.  we use cloth wipes and a cloth wipe warmer.  i make my own "wipe solution" which is 2 cups water, 2 tablespoons natural baby wash, and 2 tablespoons olive oil.  this is like a magic mixture.  it keeps his bottom soft and does a good job at cleaning up sticky stuff.  it also smells delish and is good for his little spongebaths, crusty spitup face, etc.

4) my camelback water bottle.
in the hospital they told me i needed to drink 16oz of water per feeding.  i thought this would be hard to do.  but, as i am constantly thirsty, it is not hard to do.  and i carry my water bottle everywhere.

5) aden & anais muslin swaddling blankets.
finn is never without one.  they are SO soft and so good for swaddling.  i kind of want one.  muslin snuggie?

6) sleepers.
people will tell you that those infant gown thingies are the best.  i didn't like them because then you have to mess with baby socks (they always fall off) and i felt like the gowns always bunched up around his waist and his little legs were always hanging out.  the one piece sleepers are much easier.  and the zipper ones are SUPER easy.  i highly recommend those for jammies.  matching snaps is easier said than done during midnight diaper changes.

7) balboa baby sling.
i had a moby wrap and a sleepy wrap, and i am completely retarded and couldn't get the hang of them.  i don't know if i'm too short or what, but trying to figure out all that fabric... not for me.  finn also hated them.  i just ordered a balboa baby sling off amazon and finn loves it and i can actually put it on.  win.

8) a nursing cover.
i didn't think i needed one, but let me just say that blankets fall off.  free boobin' ain't cool.

9) washable nursing pads.
sometimes your baby's diaper isn't the only thing that springs a leak.

10) dancing with the stars.
what? you didn't know it was my guilty pleasure? finn and i and a husband who wishes to remain anonymous are totally watching the new season.  go karate kid!

have a seat!

somehow, having a baby has not cured me of my need to clean and decorate my house.

today finn napped through the vacuum.

and here i thought i couldn't love him any more. :)

anywho, before mom destroyed her leg and her car, she managed to find this amazing chair while i was busy giving birth:

 

how perfect is it for my dressing room?!

the metal was a gray color when she found it, so she used my trusty can of spraypaint to finish it off!

isn't she lovely?  great find, mom!

he works hard for the money.

daddy went back to work today.

we miss him!

a greater love.

a few days ago while billy was rocking finn he said
"oh my goodness, how did i ever give my parents a hard time about anything?"

it's true what they say about finally understanding how much your parents love you when you have a baby of your own.
this understanding is normally followed by feelings of extreme guilt.
it's like an ahha moment "ohhh i get it! wait, i'm an a-hole."

it's weird to only have known this little person for a week and be willing to do anything to make him happy.  sometimes when i'm singing to him or feeding him or rocking him i can't hold back the tears as i remember all the years of playing house when i was little and rocking my baby dolls.  and i realize it's real now, i'm a real mom, and he's my real baby, and this dream i had my whole life actually came true.

i know it was always my mom's dream to become a grandma as well.  she's been so excited to meet little finn and has waited so anxiously for his arrival.  she is already the best grandma ever.

about three hours after i got home from the hospital on sunday (right after this picture was taken), my mom went to cvs to pick up my prescriptions for me, and was in a terrible car accident.  her car was totaled and she is lucky to be alive.  but the accident left her pretty beaten up, including a broken leg.

the first week with finn has been such a wonderful one, but it has been bittersweet because of what happened to his sweet grandma.  the first few days we spent at home, the days that she had been looking forward to spending with us for 10 months, she ended up spending in the hospital.  the time she planned on staying with us the first few weeks she has to spend at home in maryland.  and the plan we had for her to watch finn on fridays when i go back to work in april is no longer, since she can't drive.

we don't understand why something like this had to happen, but we're trying to see the positive.  billy and i have been forced to figure stuff out on our own with finn, and it's made us more confident and self- sufficient, although my house is dirtier than i've ever seen it. *sigh*
mostly i just miss my mom and wish she could be here for all of his little smiles and special first few week moments.

 

a week ago this very minute i was in labor and delivery pushing and thinking that my baby would be here any minute.  then everything went crazy and an hour later finn was born via emergency c section.  it was not our plan, but the outcome was still a beautiful baby boy.  it wasn't our plan for this car accident to happen with mom, but i am so glad that finn still has a wonderful grandma that loves him, and plenty of time to make future memories with her.

so, this st. patrick's day, this one week birthday for my little boy, i fully expected to be downing a guinness and frolicking around.  (side note- frolicking is not eastily done after a c-section).  

but instead, i find myself feeling a lot more sentimental.  (hormones happen)

i'm reminded of our nurse at the hospital: a wonderful, fresh-off-the-boat irish lady named rosemary.

she took excellent care of us, told us how much she hated when people called st. patrick "st. patty", and reminded of us of the real reason we celebrate today.

i guess since i've become a mommy, today makes me think of more than shamrocks and green beer.

it makes me think of how much i love my baby, how much i love my mommy, and how truly thankful i am to know a God that loves us all.

but yeah, i think i still might have a guinness later :)

what's in a name?

billy and i did not come by finn's name easily.

many of you know this!

we had lists miles long of potential baby names.  we were constantly adding and eliminating.  we knew we wanted something different, something special.

finally in january we narrowed the list down to a top five first name, and top three middle name list, and eventually, sometime in the last few weeks of my pregnancy, we decided on Finn Wilde.

funny enough, in the first few months billy and i started dating, i can vividly remember having a pint of guinness together at slainte in downtown wilmington and talking about baby names.  finn was one of the two boy names we decided on back then.  we should have just stuck with our gut from the beginning!

we liked the name finn because it is an irish name, and it is a reference to the irish folk hero fionn macCumhail, pronounced "finn mcCool".  there are lots of fun folk stories about him, so if you're feeling in the irish spirit with st. patrick's day approaching, do a little irish reading!  those stories are the stories billy would read to finn while we were waiting for him to arrive... remember this pic?

we chose wilde as a middle name because it references oscar wilde, one of my favorite authors, and gene wilder, our favorite actor.  billy and i visited oscar wilde's grave on our honeymoon in paris:

yes, we know it's weird that we went to graveyards on our honeymoon, but if you're ever in paris you'd be crazy not to.  the graveyards are like stone gardens.  i can't wait to go back.

there were lots and lots of family names and names of people that are special to us personally that we could have used in naming our baby but didn't.  in the end, we chose finn wilde because it was a name unique to us and unique for finn.  we love it, and we hope it's a name he can be proud of one day.

in closing, here's a little picture of the little guy just cuz...

sometimes he just likes hanging out in his crib listening to pink floyd and watching his mobile...

aunt mandy is very proud.

my labor and delivery story part two

they pushed me down the hall right away into the operating room.  about a zillion doctors introduced themselves to me.  everyone was doing a million things at once.  shoving a cap on my head, putting a sheet over me, telling me a million things i don't remember.

the anesthesiologist gave me more epidural so i wouldn't feel anything, and it made me super out of it.  i don't know if she gave me something else too, but i felt like my head was full of cotton and i literally couldn't keep my eyes open.  it was an awful feeling, being so out of it.  i couldn't really talk because i felt like my lips and tongue weighed a million pounds.

and then the next thing i knew billy was next to me dressed in a weird paper suit, and they were cutting me open.

i felt all of this pushing and tugging and gurgling, it was gross.
i remember someone saying "this is it" or "here he is" or something like that, but then there was nothing.
there was no cry.
i remember billy saying "he's here" and kind of anxiously looking over at a baby table that i couldn't see, and then a bunch of people said "he's big!"
all of this time passed and i never heard anything.
i didn't really feel anything but tiredness.

the surgeon started talking about my ovaries and my bird tattoo and kind of chit chatting but i still never heard my baby.  i didn't know what was going on.
i think billy was scared to go look at him.  he stayed right by my side.
then after an eternity, finn let out two really short, weak wails.  and that was it.

billy went over to see him after that, and he said he was really alert and looking around really peacefully.

billy and finn were immediately smitten with one another.  billy held him in his arms right next to my head while they finished my surgery.  they just stared at each other in awe.  it was really cute.  i was still so out of it, but i remember being so glad that billy could hold him when i couldn't.

the midwife said it was a really good thing we had the c-section because his head was really big and there's no way i would have gotten it out without some major trauma.  his head was all squished and bruised and lumpy from trying to contort through my pelvis during the 30 minutes of pushing that i did do.  he definitely had a rough go of it.

in the recovery room things got a lot better.  the medicine wore off a little bit and i felt a lot less loopy.  billy came in to see me with finn and he was doing SO much better.  he was really alert and looking around, and i was able to feed him right away.

 

 

after some special bonding time together, billy took finn to the newborn nursery for his bath and so he could get warmed up and observed a little bit.  he did really well in there and everyone tells me that all the baby visitors were commenting on how handsome he was.  

once i could move my legs and felt okay, they took me up to my room on the maternity ward and billy brought finn in to see me.  our parents and aunt mandy came in and all took turns holding him for the first time.  i loved seeing everyone get to finally meet and bond with my little guy.

but getting to finally meet him myself was my favorite part.

it was worth the whole ten months of pregnancy,

the whole crazy, unplanned and unnatural labor.

and i would do it all again in a second.

he's perfect.

my labor and delivery story part one

phew!
the past few days have been like a complete whirlwind.
billy and i are like delusional robots of sleep deprived happiness.

tomorrow we get to go home from the hospital, so i thought i'd take a few minutes to recount the tale of mister finn's arrival while it's still somewhat fresh in my mind.

here we go!
wednesday night, at 11 days late, we arrived at the hospital for stage one of a medical induction.
it was such a surreal feeling... after having walked around in such suspense for the past month, wondering when everything was going to go down, and then after all of that just calmly packing our bags and heading into the hospital to have a baby!  it was so weird.  but we were in great spirits!

hospital bracelet on! there was no turning back!

billy was less excited about his personal cot after he actually tried laying on it.

i was a little disappointed at first that i wasn't going to be able to have the beautiful natural delivery i had dreamed of in the birthing center across the street from the hospital.  but i figured, everything happens for a reason, and maybe it will be better for us to be in a hospital setting.  boy was i right on that one!

so wednesday night we get checked in and set up at the hospital, they check me (still 2cm) and insert this little hormone called cervadil that is supposed to soften my cervix and prep me for a pitocin induction on thursday morning.
they put the cervadil in at about 8 o'clock, and they normally leave it in for 12 hours.
they gave me a sleeping pill so i could get a good nights rest to prepare for tomorrow.
worst decision ever.
i never slept.
about two hours later i started having contractions.
real contractions.
the sleeping pill made me really cranky and out of it but i couldn't actually sleep because of the labor.  it was awful.

after having walked around for months with regular and intense braxton hicks contractions and being declared the queen of prodromal (false) labor, i was SO ready to find out what real contractions felt like.
i will tell you.
they feel bad.
very bad.

i was totally expecting for my labor to feel empowering, for it to be a pain that was manageable, and i was so ready to try all these different positions and relaxation techniques...
i will be the first one to wholeheartedly admit to you (billy will be the second) natural labor?
not for me.
not.
for.
me.
everything i like to say about "our bodies are made for this" and "listen to your instincts", yes, they all may be true.  but my body's instincts were saying "this is for the birds!"
i was totally in agony.  i have huge respect for natural laborers after this experience, let me tell you.  oof.

so anyway, the pain from the contractions, to me, was totally blinding.  it caught me off guard completely.  i felt like someone was lighting my back on fire every time one hit.

early in the morning they took out the cervadil since it had put me into full fledged labor, and they made me get in the shower.  i was already begging for an epidural but they wouldn't give me one because i was only 3cm.  the shower felt really good, but the contractions were just getting worse.

the midwife came in and checked me after the shower and i was at 4cm and i felt like i was dying.  i actually don't really remember what i was doing but billy just says i was awful.  the one thing that did help though was kneeling on the bed and holding the back of it, and billy and the midwife would push down on my back every time a contraction hit.  it still felt like my whole body was going up in flames, but the counter-pressure made them much more manageable.

i was offered, and accepted, a drug called stadol (which was given in the form of a shot) to "take the edge off" of my contractions.  this was a bad decision for me.  the mixture of the sleeping pill with the stadol made me completely crazy.  i felt like i was hallucinating.  it actually did allow me to rest for about an hour, but it didn't take the edge off of my pain.  i was just "resting" because i felt paralyzed.  i still felt the contractions miserably, but i was so out of it that i couldn't react to them.  i felt like i was locked in a box of agony and my head was all fuzzy and stuffed full of cotton balls.  billy said i was saying crazy things.

after the first hour of the stadol wore off i was back on my own dealing with the contractions.  i was begging for an epidural the whole time. (i know, i turned out to be such a wimp!)  finally, after another hour of labor and at 5cm, i got one.

all was right with the world.

i LOVED the epidural.
meg + epidural = love. forever. and ever. i can't tell you how much i loved it.

it was totally unlike anything i had imagined it would be.
i could still move my legs and feet, they just felt heavy.  i could still move and feel things, just not the contractions.  it was amazing!  i didn't have to have a catheter in, my brain felt normal again, and my body totally relaxed.
i was SO HAPPY.
and within an hour, i was 8cm dilated!

hooray!
my body reacted really well to the epidural.  it made my labor progress instead of stalling it out like i had feared, and i felt so much more normal.

my water broke on it's own about 20 minutes after i got the epidural.
there was meconium in it, which means that finn had pooped.
this is typical for an overdue baby, but it means that they kind of have to keep a watchful eye.
the nurse told me that someone from the NICU (neonatal intensive care) would be in the room when i delivered to take a look at him and make sure he hadn't inhaled any yuck during the delivery.  she also put an internal monitor on the baby's head so that they could keep a better watch on his heart rate and movements.

throughout my contractions, finn's heart rate was kinda weird.  he wasn't moving around a whole lot... he was kind of sluggish.  i think he was tired and stressed out from being in there so long too!  the nurses kept making me switch positions and eat popsicles to try and wake him up a bit.

at 11a.m., a few hours after my epidural, the midwife checked me and said i was 10cm and we could start pushing!  we were so excited.
the nurse and midwife both said that i was an excellent pusher, so we were feeling really enthused!
i pushed for about 30 minutes.
pushing was different than i expected.  you kind of think that pushing is all fast-moving, but it's not.  you have to wait for a contraction to push, and they come every 2 or 3 minutes, and then really you're only pushing for a minute.  so it's like push, wait for 3 minutes, push, wait for 3 minutes.  different than i expected.
at any rate, the midwife said she could see the baby's head when i pushed, that he had hair, and were just happily moving along.

then the next thing i knew, the midwife and the nurse were kind of anxiously looking at the baby's monitor.  i think the midwife said something like "do you want to get the doctor in here to look at this?" and then, at almost the same moment, the doctor comes busting through the door because she had already seen the monitor from her office.
the doctor said the baby's heart rate was really really high.  normally it's supposed to be around 130 bpm, and finn's was in the 190's.
the doctor checked my cervix and said that i still had some cervix left at the bottom that the midwife hadn't felt and i wasn't a full 10 centimeters.
then she told me that since finn was looking so weak during my contractions, and now was looking so crazy during me pushing, that this was a bad sign that he was soon going to kind of completely bail out on us and his heart rate totally crash.
she said that if she thought we could get him out quick in another 30 minutes or so of pushing with the help of a vacuum, that she would do it, but we were looking at more like an hour or more of pushing and we didn't have that much time.
then she said, "you need a c-section."
this all happened over a time period of about 45 seconds.

i felt like i was dreaming.  we were so close! i was pushing him OUT for pete's sake, and now i have to have a c-section? what the heck was going on?
i looked at billy.  he was totally white.  he almost passed out.  he totally freaked basically.
it was the last thing that we wanted.
but of course, we didn't want to put finn at risk.
we signed a paper, and then it was like someone hit fast forward and everything was a blur.

pu pu platter.

i named this blog the pu pu platter because it's covering a variety of subjects.
and because i mention castor oil again.
and i think i'm clever.

let's dive in, shall we?

first up-
i realized that i should probably post an update because a few posts ago i said that my midwife told me i would be induced on wednesday if baby didn't come on his own by then.
so a lot of you think i'm being induced tomorrow.
i am not.

here's the scoop for all of you who care about what's happening with my cervix:
not a whole lot.

i had an ultrasound monday to measure fluid levels (they were fine) and a non stress test to measure fetal movements (there were lots) and everyone told me that baby seemed quite comfortable in there!
i'm so glad, baby! *rolls eyes*

obviously, i have hoped for the most natural birth possible throughout this pregnancy, and we have done all we can to avoid a medical induction.

yes, including a second try at castor oil.

i will tell you, if you drink enough of the stuff, bad things happen.
many hours of many bad things.
unfortunately, those bad things did not result in me going into labor.
but it did result in me being able to whistle yankee doodle through my... nevermind.
so that's something.

anywho, since baby seems to be doing okay, i am not being induced tomorrow.
but i am being induced soon.  they won't let me go much longer if he doesn't come on his own.

so that's it for my personal preggo update.

next up-
i wanted to add a couple of additions to my previous blog "on growing your own human" for anyone who is preggo and cares!

things that are useful when you're really pregnant:

1) a big 'ole exercise ball
mine has been pretty invaluable during the last trimester.
sitting on it really helps relax your back and hips.
when the baby's legs and butt start getting stuck all up in your ribcage, it can be hard to sit comfortably on a regular chair or couch and watch tv, because everything gets all smooshed.
sitting on the big exercise ball really helped open up some space for me and it made watching tv and hanging out a lot more comfortable. 

2) netflix
or really, any funny movies.
for me specifically, the first four seasons of 30 rock.
yes, i've watched all four in the past two weeks. don't judge me.
they provided much needed giggles when i was feeling really sorry for myself.
thanks liz lemon!

3) a mani/pedi
i got one today. i splurged and spent the extra $10 for the "european massage pedicure"
umm, so worth it.  i almost cried and kissed the girl.

4) not the movie "hall pass"
we saw it last weekend.
you get a lot of naked peen for your money and not a lot of laughs.
just a heads up.

last up-
does anyone else NOT care about charlie sheen?

does anyone else not even really know who charlie sheen is?

billy says it's because i never saw "wallstreet", but seriously all i know about this guy is he was married to denise richards one time.  and i don't even really know who denise richards is, i just know she used to be hot.

people keep posting weird facebook statuses about winning and charlie sheen and i have no idea what anyone's talking about, and more importantly, WHY?

can everyone get obsessed with something else stupid already?

because i'm all for getting distracted with fun celebrity stuff, but charlie sheen? really? barf.

okay that's it for the pu pu platter.
and yes, we promise we will still tell you when we finally have a baby. :)

it's like a museum!

our house is really clean right now.

it makes me kind of giddy.

it makes tuck giddy, too.

 

"i'mboredi'mboredi'mbored"

or not so much.

but billy is really excited about it!

 

"ignoreignoreignore"

okay, i'm the only one really excited about it.

everyone else just wants me to have a baby.

but i'm going to show off some pretty house pictures anyway.  just a few.

hey what's in there? oh, just imaginary baby's room.

grandma and grandpa's room

aunt mandy's room

our room

great room

through-way to dining room

dining room

house projects on the horizon:

finishing up the dressing room (have to buy chandelier and some alice pictures)

wallpapering the hall bathroom (billy actually loves this paper!)

curtains for the music room (mom already ordered the fabric! yay!)

completely demolishing the kitchen (oof)

mostly i'm excited for warm weather and working outside though.

billy finally agreed that i could get rid of the yews.

these are the yews:

see those ugly bushes blocking all the windows along the side of the house? ew.

tucker doesn't like them either.

the yard is really looking like ish right now after all the winter storms, so i'm excited to get out there and and get everything cleaned up and do some planting.  i can't believe spring is almost here!  

waiting for a baby has been really distracting, and it helped the winter go by fast.  yay!

welp, that's all for now.  

we have a non stress test and an ultrasound this afternoon to see how baby is cookin'... 

i kind of have a gut feeling that he's not going to show up on his own and they'll have to induce me sometime this week, but we'll see, maybe after all this he'll surprise us.

in the meantime, the house is very clean.  

i hear this doesn't last long, so i thought i'd show it off while i could :)