(The blog got a little makeover, so please go ahead and come to the site if you want to see!)
Wow, it’s been almost a month since my last blog post. Yikes! I’ve been busy, and tired when I wasn’t busy, and when I wasn’t busy, or tired, I was being boring, and nobody wants to hear about that, right? Anyway, yesterday marked 24 weeks of pregnancy (viability, wooooo!) and I definitely FEEL 6 months pregnant. It’s really sinking in that in (less than) 4 short months, I’ll be a mommy of 2 little girls, and I don’t feel like I’ve done much to prepare. Especially considering that I won’t feel like doing anything for at least the last month.
I’ve done (what I consider) a minimal amount of work in the nursery. The biggest thing was the painting, and that’s done (aside from some necessary touch-ups that I’m putting off because I REALLY don’t enjoy painting. We were also able to find a gilder, which I really, really wanted, at a flea market for only $15! I didn’t get a before picture with the original cushions on it, but they were an ugly scratchy plaid. Ew. I put several hours, and about $35 worth of paint and fabric into it, and now it looks like this:
And here it is, with the new cushions in, actually in the nursery. It will actually go in the opposite corner, as the crib will be going against the chevron wall, I think. I may put whatever storage Byron builds for me against that wall instead. It’s still up in the air at this point, because we still haven’t gotten Izzy a new bed, to replace her crib, which is being handed down for Zoe’s use.
One of Byron’s frat brother got married this past weekend, so we got dressed up! I actually had to buy a dress, because my only “dressy” things that I can still fit are mostly black, and I didn’t think you were supposed to wear black to a wedding. A lot of people wore black to the wedding. So, I could have worn something I already had, and NOT gone through the frustrating process of trying on a bunch of things while pregnant, which of course, nothing “really” fit like it should. Who knew that finding a a dress in a size 12-14 that would accommodate a soccer ball in the waist would be so hard? Since we were “just” guests, I had no interest in spending a lot of money on the dress, so I stuck to clearance racks, which limited the choices again. I ended finding something that worked in Kohl’s, for $19! There was one that I LOVED in a different store, but I would have needed a size up because of my bump, which they, of course, didn’t have. Ugh.
I posted this pic:
Of Paula Deen’s Banana Pudding on my instagram, and a lot of you asked about the recipe, so here it is:
I’ve got a really difficult post, that I desperately, desperately feel the need the write. It’s about the rather…um…sticky, I’ll say, relationship that I have with my my mom. Part of the reason I hesitate is that I don’t want to hear a whole bunch of “but that’s your mooooooooom, she’s famillllyyyyy”. Because that’s bullshit. Also, once it’s out there, it’s out there. Regardless of how I (rightfully) feel, I have no desire for anyone to be hurt by my words. I’ll probably password-protect it, because really, I need the support. I need the advice. I need the therapy. And I’ll probably actually speak with a professional, because I’m definitely not moving closer to be as “over it” as I pretend to be, but in the meantime, writing it down, letting it all out has to make it feel a little better. Right?