The picture Kevin posted of me with some chain-saw looking contraption (it's actually an electric hedge trimmer) warrants explanation. This past weekend I worked in the yard. I weeded, planted some fall flowers, and hacked the heck out of the ivy hedge in our backyard. It needed doing!
Kevin was thrilled to see his pregnant wife actually doing real-down-and-dirty work and wanted to capture the moment.
How am I feeling now? Of course I went and jinxed myself yesterday, I couldn't help myself. I made the mistake of raving about how spectacularly awesome I felt and how I had all this energy and hardly any nausea to speak of.
The universe has a twisted sense of humor and likes to keep me humble.This feels familiar!
You know those spots on your face you get from the broken blood vessels created by too much vomiting? Well they've multiplied exponentially this morning. Vomiting for a couple hours will do that to ya. I fear I've ruined my complexion permanently. I look like I have some scaled down version of chicken pox, especially around my eyes. My worse fear is having a blood vessel in my eyeball burst. I'm seriously done with this morning sickness, so I wish it would just stop, please. This is my experience in the physical realm these days- a back and forth between sickness and vigorous health.
But on an aesthetic note, the fabric samples have arrived (last night!), thanks to my mother. They're wonderful and exactly what I wanted. I'm looking forward to sharing them here soon.
My mother will use the fabric I picked out to make bedding for the crib, a cushion & pillows for the window seat, as well as pillows for the reading chair.
Kevin and I walked through the nursery last night, mentally placing all the furniture and discussing all the projects that need doing. We'll paint first and then start putting the furniture in the nursery as we acquire them.
I am such a tactile and visual person that I can't imagine not working on the nursery now. I love the process of creating an environment that is aesthetically pleasing for myself, as well as stimulating and engaging for my child.
No matter who we are, however young or old, we all need our own place, a retreat from the world, a center where we experience peace and grounding. It's an incredibly symbolic process for me to create within the home this space for a child.
The nursery used to be my dressing room, which was ill purposed for it anyways and never really gelled. But the letting go of what was solely mine and the embracing of what will be a new life for all of us is similar to the ebb and flow of the tide and the moon. I'm relearning what it means to give, to nurture, to create life and in the process of working on the nursery I am able to physically articulate that very internal journey towards motherhood.
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