After a few weeks of being stressed out about our lack of having anything for our baby on the way, my dear husband went in to go mode. All week he's been rummaging around in the "office", clearing out bookcases, closets and reminiscing over lego toys and Fraggle Rock stories on records. It wasn't until now I realized that I"m not the only one in this relationship that packed their whole life into boxes and kept every single momento or random piece of paper, because you just never know when you'll need it again. By yesterday afternoon I think he had enough and just started trying to through away everything. We moved furniture...correction I stood by and watched as Sam moved furniture because apparently its absurd for me to even touch heavy things, vacuumed closets and washed down walls until we were down to a bare room with a computer desk shoved into the very center of the room for lack of anywhere else to keep it right now. Finally we were ready to paint. I'm really excited about this part, though I'm not sure why. We went to Wal-Mart and debated over paint colors. For those of you who don't know the theme we are going with, I've decided to use a little pond/fishing theme. None of the cutsie bedding really fits, but I've somehow convinced Sam and Kristen into painting a mural for me. I have big plans for this mural-though I'm not at all artistic. Anyway, we decided after much deliberation that we would go with Scandanavian Sky Blue for the rest of the walls. Here comes the banishment part.. after we got home I convinced Sam to let me paint just one little section of a wall, that way I could at least say I contributed some. I even made sure that wall contained an open window, wore a mask and kept a fan going to blow out all the horrible toxic fumes you hear so much about. It was wonderful, I painted a whole wall and part of another- I had to use up all the paint in the pan , we couldn't waste it. Now, it's a new morning and my husband is not as easy to convince. He woke up, sore all over from his hard work yesterday and went straight away to painting that room. And BANISHED me to the living room, far far away so that our child would not be retarded. While I appreciate his concerns and begrudgingly admitt that he is right, we don't know what effects the fumes could have, it's torture. I'm stuck out here listening to the dog whine because she wants out so badly but won't stay out side for very long. I can't let her just run around though because that door is partially open so Sam doesn't suffocate and I can just see tiny blue paw prints all over my house. It's ok though, I will be able to contribute to all this work for our new child soon. There is so much still to do and this nesting period is no where near over. I've included pictures of the soon to be nursery so you can check out this beautiful color blue. Please if you feel that it just looks like baby blue or regular sky blue, don't tell me. I can't take it! It's a magnificent blue!!! p.s I'm completely hormonal..so overlook it if you can!
