End of the Line

I’m now entering the last week of the second trimester. I’m 27 weeks along. Pretty soon, they tell me, I’m going to start sloooowing down. Maybe the nausea I experienced will return. I’m going to get BIG. And hungry.

I had a very busy week, and it took a lot out of me, mostly because I had client meetings for the majority of my days, and I had to present ideas and strategy, which taps into one of my biggest fears – talking in front of people. Like so many people, I live in fear that one day some one will find me out and learn that I actually don’t know what I’m doing. Also? I’m a perfectionist. And an idiot.

But I made it through, and ended up having a great time, but I’m praying things calm down a bit. Monday the contractor and his crew arrive and we’re looking at a few weeks of chaos. Though we’re slated to be done by the time Christmas gets here, and everything is being contained to the second floor of the house, I know our home is going to be crazy.

Unlike last time, though, at least we’ll have a working kitchen.

I think someone not long ago left a comment here, asking how we liked the new car. Well, our new car isn’t here yet, though it’s supposed to have been completed by Monday and then make a 14-day trip to Chicago for delivery. The Equinox* is in high demand these days, so if you have any particular requests (which we did), you have to order the car and it takes eight weeks to order, build and arrive at your doorstep.

It’ll be here by Christmas, and definitely in time to handle the Chicago winter. Woo!

I mentioned my gnarly teeth/gums? Well, last night, the formerly offending tooth jiggered loose. So, now, I have a tooth that will need to be pulled. Which is awesome. I kind of want to just yank the sucker out, but that’s probably ill-advised. Oh, that my sweet daughter does not inherit this mouth of mine, literally. I know that my current woes are primarily due to being pregnant – the rise in hormone levels cause these problems – but still.

(I know one of you may have mentioned having similar problems before. Oy. I feel for you.)

So here we are, entering the tail end of the pregnancy. I have nothing at all ready or purchased for our daughter, save for some onsies, a Winnie-the-Pooh blanket, some toys and an awesome cape that my friend, Leslie, had made for her. (The cape is AWESOME. Seriously.) We did pick out a general theme for the nursery, thanks to our friend, Steve, who did the heavy lifting for us on that one.

nurseryThis is what Steve researched and put together for us. We really love the argyle – a lot. It’s definitely gender-neutral, but the colors are delicate enough for a little girl. It’s pretty simple, I know, and we’ll likely go with a plain, white bedding set, but it’s fitting and in line with our tastes.

We’re not doing a lick of work, though, on any of this until January and the holidays are over and the rest of the remodeling work is done. But there you have it – the nursery!

So nothing is ready, and I’m about to enter the last phase, a rough phase of being pregnant, but I imagine we’ll be fine even if everything isn’t in place. As long as we have some basics, we should survive. At this point, we’re just chomping at the bit to meet our daughter, and the rest isn’t quite the focus that I probably should be making it – if for nothing but practical reasons. Seriously, everything for the moment feels secondary.

Of course, my sister-in-law warns me that lackadaisical attitude is sure to pass and before you know it I’ll be attacking the baseboards with a toothbrush.

For now, I’m going to enjoy this last week of the second trimester, and keep doing my best to coax the kid into moving around with enough force so that her father can finally feel all of this moving around that I do. Whenever our daughter gets to moving, which is often, I grab Scott’s hand in the hopes that he catches a particularly strong kick or wiggle. He has yet to feel her in action, but it’s not for want. With every firm press and coax he makes on my belly with his hand, she presses right back, letting him know she knows he’s there.

*Chevrolet is an Edelman client but my buying one has nothing to do with anything other than we really liked the car.