Happy Tuesday...

...even though it is Monday night!

Life has really quieted down here. My husband has the next 2 weeks off in hopes of getting me to 36 weeks before having this baby. Last Wednesday was scare #1. Only - yay me - I didn't go running to the hospital. I rode it out at home for 3 hours and was able to regain control of my crazy irritable uterus. How do I stay sane many of you have asked? Well, I could definitely write the bedrest survivial guide, as this is my 3rd time surviving it.

There are the projects, of course, which I decide on at the beginning of my day, gathering all the tools I need and piling them on my bed so that I don't have to get up again. Most recently this includes decoupaged lightswitch covers:


Now everybody needs some of those, don't they? ;)

And I've managed to wash and fold and put away all the baby's things over the course of about a week. Slow as a turtle, lol. Dh has been hauling trunks of Adriana's old baby stuff in and out of our bedroom like a slave, poor thing.

I'm also enjoying playing around with our family pictures and printing them off, deciding where they should be hung, etc. I am putting together a collage of my favorites. :)

There has been much online shopping. Now is the time when I fantasize about getting my pre-pg body back within a few weeks and therefore justify a shopping spree for a few postpartum outfits that make me look hot. Thankfully, dh does not argue this fantasy. I guess he trusts that I will fit into them eventually.

In my online searches, I have also discovered the latest trends in baby items, like this nursing cover and these changing pads. And I bought my first sling! I tell ya, gone are the boring plaid and teddy bear prints! Man, oh man, am I glad they are no longer my only choices! Going back to that would be like bringing back the splatter paint. Eek. Cringe.

Today we were going to go kite flying, but it's been a pretty dead day (wind-wise) so the kids went swimming instead. I stayed inside of course and have been catching up on my pregnancy journal and Sasha's baby book. I have plans to watch "Rent" a little later and maybe read? I just bought the Da Vinci Code. Sheesh, how behind am I?

Oh, so before I forget, my 7 year old daughter has been a hoot lately. All her prayers conclude with "Please bless Mommy to not have anymore subtractions." She means contractions, of course. This next tidbit? Not much of a hoot... at least not for years and years when I need the pictures for blackmail. Friday I woke up from my nap to discover hair clippings in the bathroom trashcan and scissors out on the counter. Undeniably blond curls belonging to one and only one head in this household. I've always prided myself on the fact that these types of catastrophes don't take place in our home. I've never had to clean flour up off the floor or sharpie marker off the wall. I keep nice things around the house and they don't get broken or demolished. But to go from that to this? Out of nowhere? Messing up my track record? Was it penance for being on bedrest? Rebellion for neglecting her for an hour? She still has not explained herself. She just periodically checks out her new hairstyle in the mirror and asks me if she looks like a boy. Was that what she was trying to do? I managed to disguise it fairly well by cutting bangs. It's not the best look with curly hair, but it will grow back. Along with my track record. I'm sure you'd like to see a picture, but blogger isn't being very user friendly right now.

On one last victorious note, we got our little Drewby into a big boy bed this weekend! If only the ease of this transition could foretell of transitions to come! Like potty training! (Again - would love to show a picture! Where is the love, Blogger?) So in 2 weeks when all restrictions have been lifted, I can nest. In the truest sense of the word. I cannot wait to bring my vision of Sasha's nursery to life!