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Nursery Update - Part I

Nursery Update - Part I

Holy hormones y’all.

must be getting close to having this baby because I am all out of whack. At times, I feel like I could just break down and cry and I have absolutely no idea why. Experienced mamas did this happen to you before you had your little ones? Is this like “the sign” from God that I should just camp out next to a hospital? I don’t remember being like this with Beau, but what a totally freaky whacky thing.

The thing is, aside from not being able to breathe (because of this damn torture device necessary contraption, called a brassiere) and feeling like I am going to pass out if I so much as try to walk from the parking lot to the store…life is really good:

  • As of yesterday, I am officially on maternity leave.

  • I just spent a glorious 4-day weekend with my boys

  • Some friends threw me a little surprise shower, complete with foot massages and the best brownies I have ever tasted. #truth

  • And to top it off, Beijing has delivered the best 6 day stretch of weather and fresh air that I can ever remember.

Truly, things are great. But man, if they could talk, my hormones would be telling you another story. Poor Brado. That poor, poor man.

I think part of it is just that nervous, anxious feeling that comes with not knowing when and how this is all gonna go down. Am I going be alone when I first start having contractions? Will it progress rapidly from first contraction to delivery or will it be a long and drawn out process? Will Beau be okay? Is this gonna happen today or do I still have 3 weeks to go?

Yeah, having a baby does not really mesh well with my planner personality. There are far too many ‘what ifs’ for my liking.

The other part is that, on so many levels, I do not feel ready for this to happen. Life is about to C-H-A-N-G-E. And while, ultimately, I know that it will change in the most marvelous of ways, I am not going into it with blinders on like I was when I had Beau. It is all a bit fuzzy, but I do sorta remember what it is like to be a new mama. I remember the haze, the frustration, the exhaustion, the loss of independence, the belly flab, the pain (in various places, which I will not name on the off chance that even one male reads this blog, but it might rhyme with schmipples) and the lack of ability or energy to explain it all to anyone else. It is tough work on the best of days. Can I really do this again?

Of course I can. I will. But I am not gonna sit here (and lie) and say I totally got this whole thing under control. My hormones won’t let me. They are persistent little buggers.

Anyway, to try and cope with some of the anxiety I am currently experiencing, I have used the last few days to make sure I am physically prepared. And by physically prepared, let me assure you that I have not been doing squats or exercise in ANY way, shape or form. What I mean is that I have finally purchased diapers, started to prepare the nursery and packed a hospital bag. Actually, I have not yet packed a bag. But I’m going to….tonight…swear.

Back when I created this Nursery Mood Board the room looked like this:

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About a week ago the nursery looked like this:

Total mayhem.

Total mayhem.

In other words, instead of progressing, it regressed.  It was not in any state to house a frat party much less a newborn baby.

Thanks to the four-day weekend, we finally were able to make a bit of a dent in this room.

We still have quite a ways to go but things are starting to come together. And because it is more cathartic to cross things off a list then to focus on what is still left to do, let me just provide you with a list of all the little things that we have accomplished thus far. Please just humor me, I have to do something to keep my mind off actually having a baby:

  1. We sorted and cleaned. We have very thoughtful and lovely friends who have been so kind as to shower us with gifts and awesome hand-me-down items. I finally sat down and sifted through everything and gave them a proper home. Just getting rid of all those bags was a HUGE improvement. I also gave all the surfaces a big scrub down.

OMG...look at all that pink!

OMG...look at all that pink!

I purchased

this crib sheet

, changing pad and changing pad cover from Land of Nod and, because she is awesome, my mama shipped them to me. I finally got around to washing everything and putting it where it belongs.

I purchased this crib sheet, changing pad and changing pad cover from Land of Nod and, because she is awesome, my mama shipped them to me. I finally got around to washing everything and putting it where it belongs.

Love it!

Love it!

I made one (hopefully) lastIkea run to purchase a side table, lamp for the side table and some new handles to replace the god-awful ones that were on the wardrobe. Then, with minimalBrado assistance, I assembled the all of the above. Yay me!

Some other time lets talk about Ikea's horrendous selection of lights.

Some other time lets talk about Ikea's horrendous selection of lights.

We had the room painted. This really deserves a longer post (Hint: that longer post will be titled “Painting Fail”) but for now, let’s just say that due to some language barriers, this room is not in its final state.

Most of the room is this beige-y color, which I actually like

Most of the room is this beige-y color, which I actually like

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This would have been okay except….instead of just painting the little framed out portion of the wall (a pink accent) he painted the WHOLE wall. Two words: Pepto-Bismol. It is aggressively pink. Do I love it? Hmmm…I would not call it love. But I am gonna tolerate it for now. For the record I am not going to tolerate ALL of it. Painter man is coming back tomorrow morning to make a few changes (i.e. significantly reduce the amount of pink happening in there).

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A month or so ago I also purchased a bunch of art fromEtsy and again my mama shipped it to me. Last week, I finally got everything framed.

And naturally you store framed art in the baby's crib.

And naturally you store framed art in the baby's crib.

I also began to brainstorm where the art would go. In the process, I realized that most of the items are of a similar size and orientated in the same direction. Not great for creating a gallery wall effect.

As Beau would say, womp womp.

As Beau would say, womp womp.

Rookie mistake! Except, as we all know, that I am no rookie when it comes to creating gallery walls. Again, I blame hormones. Suffice it to say that I need to start creating some frart with the quickness.

  1. Actually, I did make something in thefrartish family. I realized when I was laying out my potential gallery walls that, not only did I need landscaped-orientated art and smaller items, but I also needed things with more color. So what do you do if you are impatient? You improvise…badly.

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You grab a scarf you never wear, cut it up, and super glue it to a matte that belongs to a broken frame that you can still sorta use.

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I know, ghetto. Not remotely perfect or pinnable.

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Actually, if you squint it is kind of cute.

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Also, just a word to the wise: super glue is no joke. That stuff is powerful and will take off layers of your skin.

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Professional Common Sense Tip of the Day: use spray fabric adhesive (which I have approximately no chance of obtaining here…hence the super glue).

  1. We also did some other ghetto DIY projects (or asBrado always seems to mistakenly call it,DYI- Do Yourself It. Bah ha ha ha! I laugh hard EVERY time). In many circles, this would also be known as spray-painting some shit white. It was a very complicated process. First, I went my local hardware store (translation: a hole in the wall, literally) and asked them to provide me with their very best quality, lowVOC, gold, yellow and white spray paint. To which they gave me a blank stare and this:

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White, cheap and I am sure containing the highest possible VOC count that can be legally manufactured. It was the only thing they had in stock. And according to the picture on the front of the can, you can apparently use it to spray paint your car… who knew?

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Then we took the victims items above and sent them to the chopping block cardboard box laid on the ground, one at a time.

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It was a highly scientific process that I don’t possibly have the time to explain but basically this is how it turned out:

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Purchased a little video monitor app that allows you to use twoiOS devices (like two smart phones) to monitor the baby while it sleeps etc.

Has anyone ever used one of these?

Has anyone ever used one of these?

We never used a video monitor with Beau so we are clueless as to if this is even necessary or if we should invest in something more substantial. In our old apartment we were all on the same floor (and within spitting distance of each other) so a video monitor seemed excessive. In our current house, we have 3 flights of stairs and I will pay anyone $3.99 if it means I do not have to walk up them a thousand times a day to check on a sleeping baby. I’ll report back and let you know how well it works.

  1. Lastly I did things I actually needed to do like buy diapers, wipes and borrowed a baby bathtub from my friend.

So are there things still left to do? Ummm…do I need to show you a picture of the crib again?

Alas, this post is long enough. So instead I will give you the full update when we cross a few more items off the list.

From the length of this post, can you tell I no longer have a full-time job and I am currently getting my hair cut and highlighted? Ahhhh maternity leave.

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