Wow If I was on Drugs I would be Sellin them on the Black Market

I'm sitting right now....in my bedroom with its ugly mauve walls and its faded purple curtains (not my choices....thanks previous owners).  I'm sitting on my quilt I bought in college its also purple and pink...it matches the room...I hold my head in shame.  Next to me on my bedside table is a stack of papers for swim classes and dance classes that I want to register the goobs for....and a porcelain tea set, the green cup is chipped, but thankfully Dave fixed that last week!  There are LOADS of laundry sitting in baskets in the corner of my room and I can't currently turn the tv on because theres a bunch of the bebes stuff blocking the censor.  My room has been taken over by everything and everyone.

I remember babysitting in middle school and high school and I'd imagine if I did the math correctly that the people whose kids we were watching were probably my age.  I remember being in their bedrooms and thinking wow they don't really keep this very cleaned up.  Theres lots of clean laundry here and there and why is there kids stuff in the room...etc etc.  In contrast I remember growing up and even to this day, my mom/my parents room has always been 'theres' I'm sure my stuff snuck in when I was really young and I just don't remember it but my mom has always had what I remember to be a strict separation of space.  This does not exist in my world.  I'm still sorting out my feelings on this one.

...On one hand, when I wake up in the middle of the night for my 9 month pregnancy 45th pee break...and I accidentally hit the piles of papers and they fly all over the floor, I'll probably be rather annoyed.  But at 7:30 or earlier....ekks...when my daughter comes in and I have a ceramic tea cup shoved in my face and I'm asked if I want keeeam in my tea...I'll find this all rather endearing.

Yesterday at my 37 week appointment my blood pressure spiked a bit and my doctor has put me on lite bedrest.  At least for this week.  So today, I got to stay home and stair at all the dirt in my house, while playing with my daughter and enjoying NOT being at work.  I'm not feeling 100% but heck I'm probably just psyching myself out.  Dave took the news of my impending possible bedrest/child is coming asap.....news...in a classic Dave way: he started and completed major painting projects.  The kid(s) bathroom is now painted the coolest shade of burnt crimson redishness ever.  And the bebes room is painted a very cool ashy blue.  I'm desperately in love with both rooms.  I think only in his mind does adding to the chaos not help manage the chaos actually equate to him being helpful...but heck I'm just jazzed the projects are done.

Tomorrow I'm going to either lay in bed all day till my follow up appointment OR.... vacuum.  We'll see what state my house is in and what state my well you know....reproductive baby making systems are in...sometime in the afternoon.  Part of me wants this baby to be here this weekend.  The 15th sounds like a lovely birthday doesn't it?  Part of me is VERY okay waiting till the 25th for his scheduled and wonderfully planned arrival.  Now that I'm at home relaxing I'm not so much "get this baby out of me" as I am "oh this is going to be fun, bring on the family of 4!"

I think I had a point when I started writing this...I wonder if it's lost.

Oh okay...home improvements....here we go...back on topic...OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING...I know I know.

So I have these very sexy mauve walls right...and faded lavender curtains.  I totally misrepresented the ugliness of these curtains by calling them purple up there.  They are pastel fabulous lavender.  In fact everything in our house was a shade of an Easter egg when we moved in.  Our room is the last room left.  You know they always say when you have kids, its all about them.  You do everything for them and you don't spend the time and energy on yourselves anymore.  I guess my point was that as I look around my master bedroom I would imagine an outsider would totally say thats whats happening here.  I'm sure to some extent it's true, in our case we've just been slowly moving around the house.  Also Dave hasn't had much of an opinion on the kids rooms.  Where as our room we can't decide exactly what we want.  I choose a different bedding once a week and Dave hates color....he REALLY does.

ALSO....its not like my 2 1/2 year old daughter and my due any moment son have the slightest idea or even CARE about their rooms.  I on the other hand LOVE their rooms.  They are everything I'd hoped for when creating cute living spaces for small people.  Except that Dave vetoed the little chandelier in the Bebes room...gah...no imagination! Anyway can't I just live vicariously through my children and their very cute rooms and have it be about me and not them?  I'm going to go with YES.

I'm hoping to post pictures soon.  BUT Baby J is set to make his appearance anytime between 1-12 days so we'll see what actually gets done.  Maybe if you're all lucky I'll post a picture of my master bedroom.  My bedside table is a busted up old wooden box from the 1940's in a way thats totally cool and completely un-functional.  It's also barely visible under all the junk..so....not cool.  Dave has a low end 3 drawer dresser from Ikea as his bedside stand...much more functional...much less cool.

Wowzers its midnight...lets update that Baby J could be here TODAY...or sometime in the next 11 days.  Thats exciting!

Anyway I'm thinking I am not editing anything I wrote cause I think the wackado nonsensical rambling will be a good time capsule of 9 mo pregnant lindso and how clearly she's SOOO totally in her right mind.

I switched into 3rd person there didn't I.  "OMG" goodnight.

Also Dave just removed a cabbage patch doll from our bed. Apparently he doesn't like sleeping with "ladies."

xoxo
lindso