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This post is brought to you by the letter L.

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I started this blog so we could share our home renovations with friends and family.  We put in several months of intense work and then took a break.  Then I got pregnant.  And that’s where things pretty much just stopped.

But, the baby needs a room, so it’s time to get crackin’ again.  He will be living in our former guest room and we have decided not to repaint the walls.  (Hallelujah!)  The guest bed has been moved to the basement and has been replaced with a beautiful crib and matching dresser/changing table.  We did our first nursery decorating project this weekend, and it turned out fabulous, with only one tiny snafu.

I bought wall decals from whatisblik.com, a really great website with tons of decals all for really reasonable prices.  We picked the Alphabet Zoo decals for a steal at $35!  I cut them out and stuck them up on the walls with scotch tape to figure out where we wanted them.

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Everything looked good, so I pulled the trigger and started sticking the animals up on the wall.  As I was putting up the Y for “yak” I was thinking, “How cool is it that the U is for “unicorn”?  The only thing cooler would be if the L was for “lyger”.  I wonder what the L is…wait…where is the L?  H, I, J, K…M.  *$@#%  My son is going to learn the alphabet incorrectly because I forgot to add the freaking L.”

So right about now I had a mini meltdown (keep in mind that I am 6 months pregnant) and swore to Chris that there never was an L in the first place.  I cut out each letter and put them in a pile, how could one possibly get lost?  Impossible.  I never lose things.  Nevertheless, my ever cool, calm, and collected husband decided to go look through the trash to see if he could find the missing letter.  Not the trash in the kitchen, the trash in the large can outside that stinks to high heaven.

He returned several minutes later holding a lion and I started crying all over again at what a wonderful husband I have. Chris made me promise that we will someday tell our little boy the story of the lion’s adventure and how Dad saved the day.

The finished product, with all 26 letters this time

Next up, Chris paints the nursery trim.  Thank you baby for letting me sit this one out!

Baby Kickboxing

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About a week ago, I finally started feeling genuine baby thumps.  I’d felt a few flutters every now and again, but I could never be sure that it was actually him kicking or just things shifting around to accommodate my ever growing baby boy.

The best kick was right after I’d just had to run out of a meeting to go throw up.  I was mortified as I walked back into the conference room, bleary eyed and red faced, and tried not to make eye contact with anyone.  But they all knew, that was the most embarrassing part.  So I sat down, sipped my water, continued to take slow and deep breaths, and did my best to look like I was paying attention.

This is when he started to kick a little, so I looked down at my stomach and then I saw it.  Three little taps in a row that made a tiny part of my belly poke out.  It was like he was trying to say “Sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to make you so sick!”  My heart melted and all the embarrassment no longer mattered.

That was the best kick, until this morning.  Again, I was not feeling so well.  This time I’d woken up at 7:30 on a Sunday (boo!) because of a sharp, searing pain in my hips.  Oh, and a little heartburn too, just to keep things interesting.  But then he started kicking me on my left side, a nice solid thump every 30 seconds or so for a few minutes.  I’m fairly certain that he had the hiccups.

It’s moments like this that I get so sad that he’s only going to be inside me for a few more months.  Despite the not so fun side effects of pregnancy, I love that he is all mine right now and it tucked away safely inside my tummy.  I get jealous when I think that after he is born, other people will get to hold him.  The little girl in me, who apparently didn’t learn how to share in preschool wants to scream, “He’s mine, give him back!!!” and then bite them if they refuse.  I’m lucky to have so many people who already love him and can’t wait to hold him and kiss him, and I will gladly share him when the time comes.  But, for now, he is all mine and I’m loving every minute of it.