One Step Closer!

We have things on walls!  I repeat:  Things are on walls!!  Both of those nouns are plural, which makes me extremely proud and excited and I feel a great deal of relief at not having to worry more about them.

Some of the things on the walls are not finished, but if they don't get finished I won't be crushed--plus it's easier to add things to them than to measure and hang them--I hate that part!  Brian definitely helped out for this part of the work and was so proud of his hammering skills:  "Did you ever think I'd be able to hammer that fast?"....No.  No I didn't.

Those are the main walls.  We'll have her name above the crib (soon hopefully) and there's a little plaque above her closet door--I'll get pictures of those next time.  The empty frames are going to have some little nature scenes that my mom and I make out of fabric when she returns from Europe.  Maternity photos from mustard.seed.photography are going in the pink and green frame (they are amazing photos!!!).  The owls will have eyes and wings--you saw how that was going (bleh so far).  We have some super awesome and funky owl pushpins for the bulletin board, and I think I'm going to laminate an L and an R for breastfeeding help (I have no memory).  Plus we can put pictures up there (laminated) to take and use to keep Camille awake during feeding.  I don't know--we'll come up with something to put up there--it was a forty cent bulletin board--I had to add it!

It feels so good to have some actual color in the room! 

Today I picked up the packet of paperwork for my new job and mannnn what a drag.  I have to go get fingerprinted (I have done this three years in a row already...round 4!), I have to send one form to ALL previous employers, and another form to just one previous employer--and they have to return these on their own.  This wouldn't be so bad if I could fax them over and have them faxed back.  However...I don't have a fax machine and there is no return fax number on the forms.  What???  Really???  2010???  I don't have the brain capacity to keep track of everything right now, so it stresses me out a little bit.  Of course...you can imagine how I feel about a new job that provides very little structure--I kind of make it up as I go.  I am going to be making lists and carrying a calendar like an event planner.  It's madness.

Red onion breath is the worst!  Broccoli salad:  good idea; adding red onions:  bad idea!

I am starting to have a ton of trouble sleeping at night.  I had worked out a system originally with one of those study pillows that has two arm rests--you know the ones?  I had that and then a pillow ramped up to the top of it so I was padded at an angle sleeping on it sitting up.  However, that was not comfortable because I felt like I was sitting, and you know that once you actually pass out you want to be lying down.
Next rig up:  Two giant shams--one under my regular pillow and the other just below it so it was another ramp, but less steep.  Worked GREAT for a week.  Not so much anymore--my lower back is killing me when I wake up. 
Next rig up:  Regular sleeping pillow then a giant sham under my belly to prop it up.  Worked okay for a while, but as soon as I tried to roll to my other side it moved.  I couldn't prop myself up to resituate it so it was a huge ordeal in the middle of the night.  I also rolled onto my back at one point, so I was sleeping on a hill.  Very awkward.
What to do tonight?  I am pretty close to couch sleeping.  I don't want to though--I'll miss B.  Some of our best chats and laughs are while we're trying to go to sleep. 

Example:
Our nephew plays a game with B where he pulls his arms into his sleeves and pretends he has no arms.  Well, I was trying to imitate that last night to show B that our nephew remembered playing that with him.  As I went to pull my arm in my neck pocketed some air into my shoulder and made a huge fart noise.  (There's that Southern Belle Language again!)  It was so loud--and immediately B goes, "Did you rip your shirt?" and kept asking--I couldn't answer because I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.  Mostly, I was laughing because he kept asking that so frantically.  Ooooooh it was awesome.  Once I was able to explain what happened he started laughing all over again.  It was priceless.  I don't want to miss out on moments like that!

One of his responses after all of this was, "let's workout tomorrow".  My neck really is getting that fat?!?!!  Hahhahaa--ooooh--I am glad I can laugh at that. 

Having said that (a la Larry David):  I'm off to workout.