Husband thoughts on pregnancy..

So basically pregnancy is just what I write about now, apparently. It wasn’t my intention, but it’s sort of what’s going on right now. Also, as I approach the end I’m starting to get a bit reflective and wanting to save some of these memories. And so. Two conversations that happened today.

**While watching previews at the theater before the Veronica Mars movie, preview for Spiderman 2 comes on**

Me: Hey that comes out May 2. That might be our last pre-baby movie!

Him: Ummmm I don’t think you should be going to the movies at that point (said as though I’d suggested rock climbing)

Me: ….. why?

Him: Because what if you go into labor while we’re at the movies?!

Me: … then I go into labor while we’re at the movies. Who cares? I seriously doubt I’ll have one of those dramatic movie labors where I go from fine to crowning in under an hour.

Him: Yea… I think maybe we should just keep you in a bubble at home that week. And maybe the few weeks before.

Me: So you want me to just stay in the house for weeks waiting to go into labor?

Him: Seems like the safest option to me.

(lol guys).


**While out to dinner after the movie**

Me: So what do you want to do when we get home? Video game maybe?

Him: Sure. Which one?

Me: Well not one of the movement ones at first. I think the whole “don’t swim for an hour after eating” rule applies to any game where you have to bounce.

Him: I think one of the activity games might be beyond your reach at this point anyways.

Me: What are you talking about, I can play! Maybe not as long as normal but I can totally play.

Him: You had to lay down today after doing your hair and makeup.

Me: ……………. good point.

(I think he won that one. We played lego Harry Potter)


Things I’ve given up for the last 10 weeks…

I’m now 34(.5, but who’s counting) weeks, and so far I *think* that I’ve avoided a lot of the most stereotypical pregnant lady things. My husband may disagree… but I’ve yet to make him make a special trip to get me food, or eaten a really weird food combination like pb spread pickles, or hormonally raged on him. I did cry once in the card aisle of target because I was trying to pick out an anniversary card for him and found one that mentioned being a dad, but compared to the crazy hormonal crying/screaming/eating whipped cream on leftover tacos at 4am women you see on TV… I think I’ve been shockingly normal. 

Which is not to say things are exactly as they were before. I was thinking today how in the last few weeks (since I hit about 29-30) I’ve definitely adjusted some of my expectations for myself. A lot of this is because it’s just getting harder for me to move around. Getting up is harder. Stairs are harder. Moving quickly is harder (mostly because baby girl is all pressed up into my lungs all the time and it makes me really out of breath… I WOKE UP out of breath the other morning. How you can be exhausted from sleeping is beyond me…). At least a little bit of it though is that I’m getting close to the finish line. I was really hesitant to let myself “act pregnant” early on because I knew I had a long road ahead of me and it felt like the sooner I started expecting less of myself, the longer pregnancy would seem. But at this point? Meh I’ve got barely over a month to go. Time to take advantage of my condition. 

And thus, the list of things I’ve given up for these last 10 weeks of pregnancy: 

1) Getting the door. Used to be the doorbell would ring and I would hop up and run right there. Usually it was just a package, but sometimes it was a neighborhood kid or whatever… and really just, who DOESN’T answer the door when the doorbell rings? Answer: Me. I figure they’ll leave the package and I can get to it the next time I get up, and if it isn’t a package I probably don’t want to talk to them anyways. 

2) Getting my phone if I’m not in the room. If I left my phone in another room and I was upstairs in the kitchen or in my bedroom and the phone (inevitably) rang… because it ALWAYS rings the 5 minutes you’re away from it… I would run to answer it. Now? Hahaha nope. I’ll get back to you next time I make it downstairs. 

3) Getting up with any sense of grace. Even when it started to get hard, I would still TRY to get up without making a spectacle of myself. At this point? Don’t curr. It might take me more than one try, and it might take a grunt to get my ass off the couch. B laughs and calls it “turtling” because he says I look like a turtle stuck on my back trying to flip myself over. I keep threatening to duct tape a basketball to his stomach and see how easily he bends. 

4) Staying strict on sugar intake. About a year ago I had a bit of a diet overhaul and started really focusing on reducing my sugar intake. I’ve been pretty strict about keeping it under 25g added sugar per day (except for special events or an occasional coke, in which case that cupcake or can would be my ONE sugar-filled item of the day). This was really easy in early pregnancy because I actually had an aversion to sweets. In the last few weeks however, my aversion has not only disappeared but been replaced by an intense desire to eat ALL THE SUGAR.  Probably the closest thing I’ve had to a tv-type craving— basically just wanting all sugar all the time. Now, I’m still not going crazy with it and eating everything with abandon. But considering that all my glucose levels were low at my screenings, and I’ve still not gained much weight, I’m cutting myself some (okay a lot) of slack. That means I had banana bread for breakfast yesterday AND (one scoop) ice cream in the afternoon yesterday, and it was glorious. 

5) Feeling badly about my yoga pants. Not saying I didn’t wear them almost daily before… but I at least felt a little bit badly if it had been days since my husband had seen me in anything else. At this point I couldn’t possibly care less. Comfort is important. Plus, a few days ago he told me (without looking at me) that “pretty soon your stomach is going to outpace your boobs.” I LOL’d and told him he’d missed that boat about 15 weeks ago. Which just proves he isn’t really paying attention to how I look anyways. 

6) Walking long distances or standing up for long periods of time. It just hurts. I’m lucky that I’ve not had any swelling or leg/foot pain issues. But at this point my pelvis is apparently separating (sorry for using the world pelvis… I know it’s not usually that sort of blog..) and it honestly feels like I took a couple of good kicks if I’m on my feet for too long. Which then makes it even harder to walk, take stairs, get up, or even roll over in bed. The midwives say it isn’t dangerous (sort of just par for the course at this point), but it is certainly uncomfortable. Around 37-38+ weeks I am going to start making myself walk as much as possible in the hopes of kick-starting labor… but until then I’m just avoiding it as much as I can. 

So… that’s the current state of things around here. Would love to hear what others gave up as they approached their due dates! 


The only thing better than DIY is HYDDI (Have Your Dad Do It)…

Remember when I declared my $10 craigslist end table a lost cause? Basically, the table came more damaged than I was told, missing an edge piece that left a rough splintery surface I was unable to sand smooth.

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It was disappointing, because it was such a pretty shape and would have been such a cheap solution, but I was just ill-equipped to handle this sort of rehab. Luckily for me, I’m also lazy which means that I had not yet thrown the table out prior to my parents coming to town to help us paint the basement floor and paint the rest of the nursery furniture. My parents loved the table and my dad thought I was being hasty in my giving up on it.

I should mention, I come by my crafty-ness honestly. I’m the granddaughter of a carpenter and a seamstress, and the daughter of a general contractor. So when my dad asked if he could take the table home and “play around with it” I was psyched, because if anyone could make this work it was him. About a week later he sent me the two pictures below… I don’t quite know the process but he said basically you just soak a thin piece of wood for a while to make it flexible and then pin it into place until it dries. Then he attached it all with some combination of pins and wood glue, and smoothed the whole thing over with wood filler.

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When we went home for my baby shower the weekend before last, my dad asked me to bring home the paint I had planned to use on it so he could finish it up for me. And that’s how we got here.

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Love!! He did an amazing job. You can’t tell the table was ever damaged, and it is probably better made now than when it was new! Of course, I couldn’t just leave well enough alone. Well, I could have because the table looked awesome. But with two other pieces of furniture painted the same color, I wanted something about this table to “pop” a bit, and with a $10 price tag it seemed like the best piece to play around with. So, I gathered my supplies, and got to taping.

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I decided gilded gold legs were just the thing and got to painting. First coat went on pretty sparse…

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But the second (on the left) provided much better coverage.

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I added a third coat just to be safe, and removed all the tape and….

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Underwhelmed. The support bars just bugged me. So I painted those too. And just 1.5 episodes of Dexter from the time I started…… Done!

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I loved it before, but I love it even more now! It’s exactly what I wanted, and because I used paint I already had (and my dad apparently used scraps of stuff he already had in his workshop) the total cost was still only $10!  Apparently I was a bit hasty in my declaring the table a lost cause, but in this case I was happy to be wrong.



Nursery furniture = finished!

Get ready for a series of nursery posts, because I have been fully entrenched in nursery decor for the last month! The project I was most excited to complete for the nursery was the refinishing of a dresser and changing table. There were a few reasons for that.

First, I was having wood issues due to my father in law’s generous offer to make us a bookcase, and my general preference for actual wood tones for well made furniture. I decided the best way to solve the problem of not wanting to go ALL dark furniture, but also not wanting one pieces that did not match— was to make it so nothing really matched. We decided on a dark stain for the bookcase, recognizing that is our general preference for wood stain and that this bookcase will last far longer than our nursery will. Then we did black for the crib, to coordinate with the dark bookcase without being too “matchy,” and I decided I wanted the other furniture to be an actual color. Having three different wood tones makes it feel intentionally mismatched/coordinated (I think?) rather than just letting the bookcase be the only thing not matching.

Second, I’m cheap. I actually care about the nursery looking cute, unlike some other rooms I’ve done on the cheap (guest room!) where the main idea is make it comfortable but not spend any money on it. But despite my desire for cute, you could easily spend thousands decorating a room and I just was not cool with that. Babies are expensive and let’s be honest, a cute nursery is more for me than her. So getting craigslisted furniture and redoing it, while sort of challenging, is definitely the most cost effective way to get something really cute.

Third, I ❤ DIY, especially stuff like repainting furniture. It feels like such a big upgrade and it just isn’t that hard.

So, that’s the why. Here’s the show and tell. The first piece I knew I needed was a dresser. It took two or three weeks of looking every day in both Columbus and also Cleveland (my dad had offered to pick one up there if I found something I liked to widen my search radius) before I found THE ONE. What I was looking for was something about four feet wide (had to fit between the door and closet), short, hardwood, and very solidly built. Oh also, cheap. I saw some gorgeous mid-century dressers for sale, but if I wanted to pay $400+ for a dresser I’d go to Macys.

Finally(!) I found the dresser I’d been looking for. It was precisely the right dimensions, was solid hardwood, and looked solidly built.

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Ugly knobs, but that is fixable. Oh, and it was listed for only $125. I offered $100 and to have it picked up same-day (it was in Cleveland and my dad said he could grab it over lunch). And just like that, it was mine!

When we got it back to our house, the first thing we did was start removing the hardware and the drawers.


And the refinishing part was actually incredibly easy. We sanded the whole thing, just by hand, with a 250 grit sanding block to rough up the surface and take off any furniture polish that was lingering. We then wiped it down really well to make sure there was no dust left. Then we just painted it with a 6″ foam roller– that is it! No primer, no special tools. We did need a chip brush to do the edges of the drawers, but doing all three coats took less than 2 hours. For paint we used no-voc enamel from Home Depot (neither Lowes nor Menards carried any enamel paints that were no-voc, so if you care about fumes I’d start at Home Depot! It was about $20 for a gallon, which turned out to be wayyyy too much. Could’ve easily done a quart). I decided on a pale aqua color. Even though it is a girl’s room, I wanted it to be full of various tones of aqua and gold with just SOME pink. No pepto-spolosion. We also replaced the knobs to something more modern. We got “crystal” pulls from Menards ($3.99 each) for the top drawers and some gold handles (90 cents each) from Lowes for the lower drawers. So the total cost of this dresser + paint + new hardware? Less than $150.



Looooove. I am obsessed with it. It is exactly what I wanted, and so completely worth the effort. Which brings me to the next piece of furniture I refinished.. the changing table. Initially I said I wouldn’t buy a changing table because I figured we could just put a changing pad on the dresser, so why spend $200 on a changing table? Well, because I happened across one on craigslist that was all cute and spindle-y and only $30. I knew I’d be buying paint for the dresser anyways so it was really JUST the cost of the table to consider, and for $30 it seemed totally worth it to have a dedicated changing table with storage shelves beneath.


What I didn’t initially consider was what a pain in the ass it would be to paint all those spindles. ALL THOSE SPINDLES. I used the same process to paint this piece. Rough it up with sandpaper (roughing up ALL THOSE SPINDLES), then paint with no primer. Let’s just say… my mom had two coats of the dresser completely done before I’d gotten half done with the first coat of this monster. Spindles are just the worst. But? After hours and hours, and a bit of “claw hand” syndrome from holding a chip brush for so long….



Okay, also worth it. I love it! But it was definitely more of project than the dresser.

So, that is *almost* all of the furniture for the nursery. Our bookcase won’t come until after the baby is born and my father in law comes to visit, and I have one more item I’ll share in another post!