Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Happy Halloween!

This was my costume for Halloween Week at the studio this year. The little ones had no clue what I was supposed to be though. "You're the number eight!!!"






After posting the pictures Brett said, "I don't get the bottom one. Why is that on there?" Wow. I guess my costume may have been lost on alot of people.... (I'm a Magic 8 Ball!)

Nursery inspirations



I want these in white.
credit umbra


I love the tree in the corner of this room.




I WILL have this light from Ikea somewhere in our house.
credit ikea

 



We're using this color scheme.




MY DREAM BABY CLOSET.



Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Naming frustrations

I'm finding baby names are one of those things (right along with wedding planning) that seem so easy and fun to come up with when you're a teenage girl and bored during study hall, but are a complete headache when it's the real deal. I guess the fact that Brett has to OK each selection makes it far (and I mean FAR) more difficult. I always just figured my future husband would agree to any name I wanted. HA! Who knew he would be as picky as me?

Brett has been super excited and eager for just about everything throughout our pregnancy, except baby naming. He has only missed one of my doctors appointments so far (even the 5-minute listen to the heartbeat and "do you have any questions?" appointments - he loves hearing her heart beat). He has had an ecstatic, hands on, let's-get-it-done approach to everything so far with the exception of what may be the most important part... naming our daughter. Bringing up the subject just seems to stress him out or maybe even scare him, to the point where he can only hear a few and then he's done, watching Gangland or Overhaulin' and saying to me, "we still have plenty of time, we'll talk about it later."

There has only been one name he has actually brought up himself, waaaay back in the early weeks, a dated boys name to which my first thought and only response was simply, "Why?!" He then listed a few like names to apease me (that for the record weren't any better), until he noticed my facial expression of 'no way' hadn't shifted. And that was that. "I guess we still have a long time, we can talk about it later."

However, since we have found out little one is a girl I haven't gotten any ideas out of him. I will send him the random text while he's at work and I find something that I toss around for hours making sure it's the "perfect" one before sharing with him. But so far, I haven't come up with anything he's really liked or even so much as said is okay. It's a pretty gruelling process really, thinking I have something and then getting the big fat N-O. Right now it doesn't seem like we will be able to easily find one that we both agree on, let alone love, and I'm scared that we will be in the hospital staring into our little baby girl's eyes thinking "ummm..."

And of course, our baby name book was one of the first things he packed for our move. A month in advance.

I guess we still have a lot of time though, so we'll just talk about it later.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

22 weeks

5 months down and I still...

-fit into my jeans. Sure there's a little bit (okay, quite a bit) of muffin top action going on but they still button! I don't wear them though because I've always thought jeans were uncomfortable, and being pregnant hasn't changed my mind.

-climb (and fit) into the sink when I get ready. It is getting harder every week though.

-haven't bought a single piece of maternity wear and I will go as long as I can before doing so. I'm hoping I will be able to just get away with leggings and oversized shirts/dresses this whole pregnancy. Looking at maternity clothes stresses me out... I'm gonna get THAT big??

-feel that I'm growing more (and faster) in the chest department rather than the belly. And I HATE it.

-can do most everything during dance class. My balance is a little wonky now and arching backwards just won't happen, but I still can do all the ab work and pushups (and yes grandma, my doctor okayed this). Putting my nose between my knees is now impossible however.

-haven't had any weird cravings. Somewhat disappointed.

-haven't gotten asked if I was pregnant or even had somebody assume. Makes me feel like I play the "fat girl" part well. Thanks guys.

-haven't gotten Brett to agree on one of my perfect, super cute names for her. Currently working diligently on this.