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Well that was last week.

I’ve finally reached that point in the pregnancy, when the shiznit is hitting the fan and my patience has just about run out.

Oh yeah right, the third trimester, how silly of me to forget. Although I don’t remember if I had the feeling this strong when I was pregnant with Nate but this time around… snappy, bitchy pregnant woman is here. Everything is annoying me and the littlest things are driving me to almost tears. I wish I’d actually tear up, I might get a little more sympathy. Instead people just scurry out of my way and then roll their eyes after I’ve waddled past. To my defense I’ll say that there’s a lot of annoying things going on around me but I’m just not handling it with the same laid back cool I was three weeks ago. Oh how I miss that qualuude calm.

Just as I was typing that last sentence Ben sent me a chat letting me know that he’d be working late, again, and wouldn’t be able to come home to paint the bathroom like we planned this morning. And yesterday morning. Snap! Wail….

You see what I’m dealing with?

Ok yes I did willingly plan this bathroom renovation knowing full well that it would commence right smack dab during the third trimester. I, uh, just forgot how damn annoying that would actually be. That being said, the bathroom is mostly done, mostly being the big stuff like the tile work is finished, the toilet that I love more than one should actually love a toilet, has been installed, the new vanity is in.

What is not finished is anything that I was not paying someone to do and fell onto our task list such as painting, installing the lights, the new medicine cabinet, the shower doors which oh my god I think they are nearly the death of me. Ben and the plumber spent the entire Saturday putting it together and you’d think it was the space shuttle the kind of precision it required. As of right now, they are not actually working yet. Cue wailing…

UPDATE:
Ok I typed all that on Tues, then someone called and I got busy doing a million and one things (did I mention that I’m still working freelance from home? Yeah add that little beaut in there) and forgot to post it and now here it is Friday.

More stuff on the bathroom is done. Including the fancy frameless shower doors that I insisted on buying over the internet to save money and now know why people pay LOTS OF MONEY to have other people install them. What a PITA that was. But they are in and working and I took the most beautiful, awesome shower in the world yesterday and lord do I now know that I am indeed a shower person and NOT a bath person. My mood brightened about a million times after I got to finally, after two weeks, take a shower IN MY OWN SHOWER.

Anyway, both fingers crossed I’ll have exciting photos to post on Monday of my NEW and IMPROVED and FINISHED bathroom. If not, please have lots of kleenex and a shoulder for me to cry on.

Man I can’t wait for this stuff to be finished. Frickin’ frack I’m really stretched all over the place with this renovating. Combined with the nesting I feel totally overwhelmed. Even thought the project is nearly done there’s still this to do list a million miles long and it’s got my name all over it. And the crazy thing is, no matter how tired I’m feeling and exhausted and achy and what the hell is going on with my lower back these days… I can’t seem to stop adding stuff to the list? My brain is writing checks my tuckered out tush does not want to cash. And I wish it was just nesting stuff like I want to organize Nate’s closet, it’s also serious have-to-do-my-taxes kind of stuff.

On the one hand, I know the baby isn’t going to know the difference if the crown moulding isn’t up in the bathroom when she comes home but then again, crown moulding is going to be the last thing that either Ben or I will want to do once she does come home and it’ll be a long time until either one of us gets to it. And yet we’ll have to stare at the unfinished bathroom every single time we go in there. And it’ll bug the hell out of us. Of course, the IRS will bug the hell out of us too if I don’t do that.

*Sigh*

So I’ll rest just when the baby gets here. *snort, chuckle chuckle*

And no, I haven’t been able to get my website fixed yet and if you make me think about it I’ll burst into big, fat ugly tears. Can. Not. Deal. With. It. Right. Now.

But if you have some really great solution on how to move my site easily, AND WITH PICTURES INTACT, to blogspot or something freebie option, I am all ears because I am so. sick. of. dealing. with. tech. shxt. and. my. hosting. company.

It’s been hacked again by evil, horrible, selfish monsters hellbent on ruining my day with their nasty invisible coding and doing lord knows what else to my website. I’m working on it… which really means I’m sending out feverish emails to my friends who actually know tech stuff and will feel sorry for a tech illiterate pregnant lady who has no business having a dumb old blog when she can’t even fix her own index page. So bear with me another day or so. And pass me a kleenex while I wail into my sleeve.

Ahhhh. Ok well now that that is off my chest, I’ll just move on to happier, less slimey topics.

The bathroom. Despite the torrential rain that we are receiving in the normally very dry, practically a desert region known to the world as Southern California, a place that 51 weeks out the year will not have inches and inches of rain every single day except that one week in which you have scheduled a bathroom remodel, the project is going, well I don’t want to jinx myself, which I’m sure I’ve already done, so I’ll just say that… “hey bad luck trolls, close your ears”, (whispering) it’s going the f*i*n*e, as in not bad, as in people are in there every day doing stuff and it is starting to resemble a real life bathroom so draw your own conclusions. Aside from the buckets and buckets of rain dropping hourly and seeping into our basement (not talking or thinking about it la la la, rainbows and unicorns….) things are on kinda on track(ish), wink wink nudge nudge.

And I’m sure I’ve just created some huge cosmic tear in the karmic universe that will have me wailing and rending my garments shortly.

Hopefully not the good garments that still fit me, just the ugly, tent-like pregnant lady variety that I only wear at home.

ARGHGHHGHGH. Me hates the tech troubles. And yes, I know… (Big sigh) you can’t click on any of the links right now. Don’t worry, Hyderabad is working on it.

Bah. Ignoring and moving on…

Remember last week when I said I had Big, Exciting News?

And remember a million years ago when I was complaining about this?

Oh right you can’t see it.

Well guess who’s ugliest bathroom in the world is getting redone next week?

Hint: ME! MINE!! Fugly be GONE!

Here is our current shameful eyesore:

The ugly step child known as our master bathroom, bathroom being a bit of a misnomer since hey, where’s the bath? See that prefab sorry ass excuse for a shower? It will be in a trash heap on Tues!

The lights that are so ugly they hurt your eyes, the peeling faux wood vanity, the medicine cabinet that lives to spite me…. I mean really, it’s no wonder our guests have no idea we actually have two bathrooms.

Ben tried on many occasions to tell me this shower was fine and just needed to be cleaned properly. Ahem, he who has never donned the gloves and OxiClean himself…

This is linoleum we fought over with Ben insisting it was fine. Ha! He’s apparently got Stockholm Syndrome. Wait until he sees the beautiful tile floors that are being installed next week. I plan to lie down and nap on them.

So all this is getting demoed on Monday and (hopefully hope hope oh please let it be so) the bathroom will be finished on Friday. Of course the weather forecast has mysteriously decided to threaten us with rain all next week and literally rain on my bathroom parade but, we’ll see what happens. My fingers are crossed that it won’t impact the work too badly. Haa haa haa (whimpering and nervously biting finger nails…)

This is the crazy ass project that I’ve been madly working on for the last month, spending ridiculous amounts of time pouring over toilet options (G-Max Flush or Power Gravity?), tile schemes, lighting options, vanities… you name it, I’ve researched it. NextTag knows me by name now and I know waaay more about shower valves than I ever thought could be possible.

Oh yeah, did I mention that I made myself the general contractor for this project? Yeah dude, I dial NOTHING in, we’re freakin’ ON with this remodel. And no, I’m not doing the tile work myself, thank god. I’m handy but not stupid.

It’s crossed my mind more than a few times in the last month, “Um Skip, are you out of your ever-lovin’ mind to redo your bathroom at nearly 8 months pregnant?” but when have I ever let something as silly as common sense get in my home improvement ways? Besides, what better way to get your nesting on than with a full blown remodel?

Woohoo let’s do this already!!

(And yeah, I fully expect to be dragging my sorry preggo butt to you guys on Tues, wailing about what a mess my house is and how on earth did you guys let me do this?)

Happy Happy!

Ok that should do it.

We had a great, if not terribly busy traveling sort of Christmas, which I decided that next year, if we have to travel then I’d like to travel to just one place instead of three. Or four. But travel we did, starting on Christmas Eve and not stopping until Jan 2nd, my Dad’s birthday.

The biggest part of our travels was our trip to New York. It was Nate’s first flight and longest time away from home. He did great on the flight, although I wouldn’t know it directly though since due to a ridiculously long and silly story which I’ll spare you, Ben and Nate spent the flight relaxing merrily in business class while I huddled in back with the masses in coach. That’s right, I was not right next to my first born on his first flight and no I didn’t feel (all that) guilty. Probably on account of the fact that I was not even served complimentary peanuts or pretzels while they had means, snacks and a full cheese course. With beer! I mean for Ben, not Nate. Yeah the poor babies huh? Well it all took a turn for the absolute worst when approaching JFK we got stuck in a holding pattern for nearly an hour, circling and circling around in gut destroying turbulence. As you can guess, poor Nate puked and poor, poor Ben had to clean it all up. Me? I was back in coach, reading my magazine, trying to lose my own cookies so to speak. So I guess it all equaled out in the end.

So New York… wonderful, freezing, fun. We visited our brand new nephew and I was reminded, oh my lord we’re going to have a newborn of our own in … um 75 short days, yikes freak out need more chocolate please! Wow they sure cry a lot don’t they? But mmmm do they smell good. And that little smiling thing they do, hey pass me that baby again.

The trip also definitely reminded me of why we moved from New York, the whole “not making a million dollars therefore not living in a swank highrise apartment with nannies and car service” thing that just makes parenting seem like the biggest PITA. The theory that was completely reinforced by seeing my bro-in-law and sis-in-law dealing with a widdle baby in a widdle apartment. It’s a cute little place n’ all but you put one baby apparatus in there and it’s cramped galore. And bundling up just to take the baby for a walk? Totally forgot about the whole bundling nightmare. Walking was the thing that saved me in the beginning with Nate, if I had to bundle him up each time I’d have gone out of my already delirious mind.

Aside from the freezing we managed to get out quite a bit to stuff ourselves with all the things we can’t get in Los Angeles, namely delicious bagels and pizza. We even dragged the new parents up to Midtown for Korean food for a comparison where I (silently) decreed that LA Korean food is every bit as good if not better than NYC. Just don’t tell my sister-in-law. Mmmm kimchee. I’m hungry.

Hey did I mention I’m absolutely huge? Ok maybe I just feel that way. My weight, according to the really nice nurse at my doctor’s office, is “just perfect and where we want it to be” but the second I crossed over into the third trimester I feel like a large moving continent. Will post incriminating photo as soon.

Also will update (very shortly) on what I’ve been frantically and slavishly been working on for the last month. Hint, it’s very exciting. I know, huge and wildly vague draw huh?

Here’s a few faves from the holiday and travels. It feels like ancient history already but what the hey, here’s to better late than never.