It's Liam's furniture, and I helped!!
Well, I didn't help that much. Josh's mom came over to help lift and heave the boxes upstairs. She also hung-around long enough to help make our little man's bed. So cool. Here are some pictures that I snapped while everyone else as doing all the hard work (I WAS awfully encouraging, so I like to think that I did my part).
The furniture was packaged amazingly well - unfortunately, this meant they were also amazingly heavy.
The babies and I "encouraging."
All boxed-up and no where to go.
Josh said, "Fiona, I appreciate you trying to help, but you're making this VERY difficult."
Most handsome husband EVER. He put the glider and ottoman together first and then MADE me sit. I'm a lucky lady.
The babies LOVE their Coco!
Here is the finished product. Right now there's only furniture in the room. While the furniture is BEAUTIFUL, and I LOVE his bedding, the room looks a little sad right now. It's screaming for pictures and DIY projects. We have some pretty awesome ideas that have us wanting to work-on everything RIGHT NOW. I'll update as we begin and complete some of the planned projects.
And just for fun, here's a picture of the babies saying, "Whatcha doing, Moooom?". Henrik was surprisingly brave with the HUGE boxes and new additions to the room. Fiona, as usual, just bounced happily from person to person as we moved in and out of the room.
Letter to Liam, Love Auntie Mina
When I started this blog, I had intentions of writing posts directly to Liam at some point. Earlier this week, our good friend, Mina, sent me the sweetest message on Facebook that contained a Letter to Liam. Brilliant! I quickly asked permission to post her Letter on the blog. She sparked a great idea: If you have a Letter or note that you'd like to send to Liam (it can be long or short, sweet or sassy, sentimental or funny), have at it! Send it to me via email (if you don't have my email address, you can find it under my blogger profile) or via Facebook, and I'll add it to the blog. I am so in love with this idea. Thanks, Mina:
Dear Liam,
I am your Auntie Mina and i've known your papa for a very long time. 12 years to be exact. See, I am married to one of his good friends, Joey, and they go back a loooong way. You're daddy and Joey played lots of soccer together and had lots of good times growing up together. I've also known daddy through some girlfriends. All very nice, mmm, well some...but none that I thought were good enough. Your daddy is like Joey, they both have very big hearts, give the best hugs and know how to treat a woman very well. Then comes your mommy. Who absolutely, whole heartedly loves your daddy to pieces. She would tell me how crazy she was about your daddy when they first started dating, and how she couldn't believe she was with him. I kept thinking how lucky your daddy was to have her in his life, your mama is fabulous! Then they got engaged, and she was literally counting down the days until they could say "I do." We talked about their wedding plans and even though we didn't see each other much, when we did, it's like we didn't miss a beat. Mr. Joey and I got to see your mom and dad say I do, and it literally was one of the best weddings i've ever been to. They looked SO IN LOVE. I mean, you could tell that they were mad crazy in love and so HAPPY. (I know this is so gross for you to hear now, but trust me, you'll appreciate it one day.) Anyways, after that, your mommy dreamed of being a mommy. She prayed and could not wait to be able to have a little piece of her and a little piece of your daddy to hold and love. I was so fortunate to be one of the few people to know about her amazing little secret-you! Now she is glowing, all because of you, and your daddy is so excited! You are about to meet the best parents in the world. I hope you know that. Just remember, they love you more than life, and as an outsider looking in, you are the joy in their hearts. Can't wait to meet you little Liam!
Love,
Aunti Mina
Um, LOVE her. Mina was one of the first (like, we're talking the second or third) people that I told when we found out we were pregnant. I don't know many young women who are pregnant or have young children, but she's one of them! She was my rock and my guide. I'd come to her with questions and concerns, or when I just needed to share something exciting. She was so supportive and excited from the get go. She is one of the nicest people that I know (and we're talking genuinely sugar sweet nice). We're lucky to have such a wonderful friend!
Dear Liam,
I am your Auntie Mina and i've known your papa for a very long time. 12 years to be exact. See, I am married to one of his good friends, Joey, and they go back a loooong way. You're daddy and Joey played lots of soccer together and had lots of good times growing up together. I've also known daddy through some girlfriends. All very nice, mmm, well some...but none that I thought were good enough. Your daddy is like Joey, they both have very big hearts, give the best hugs and know how to treat a woman very well. Then comes your mommy. Who absolutely, whole heartedly loves your daddy to pieces. She would tell me how crazy she was about your daddy when they first started dating, and how she couldn't believe she was with him. I kept thinking how lucky your daddy was to have her in his life, your mama is fabulous! Then they got engaged, and she was literally counting down the days until they could say "I do." We talked about their wedding plans and even though we didn't see each other much, when we did, it's like we didn't miss a beat. Mr. Joey and I got to see your mom and dad say I do, and it literally was one of the best weddings i've ever been to. They looked SO IN LOVE. I mean, you could tell that they were mad crazy in love and so HAPPY. (I know this is so gross for you to hear now, but trust me, you'll appreciate it one day.) Anyways, after that, your mommy dreamed of being a mommy. She prayed and could not wait to be able to have a little piece of her and a little piece of your daddy to hold and love. I was so fortunate to be one of the few people to know about her amazing little secret-you! Now she is glowing, all because of you, and your daddy is so excited! You are about to meet the best parents in the world. I hope you know that. Just remember, they love you more than life, and as an outsider looking in, you are the joy in their hearts. Can't wait to meet you little Liam!
Love,
Aunti Mina
Um, LOVE her. Mina was one of the first (like, we're talking the second or third) people that I told when we found out we were pregnant. I don't know many young women who are pregnant or have young children, but she's one of them! She was my rock and my guide. I'd come to her with questions and concerns, or when I just needed to share something exciting. She was so supportive and excited from the get go. She is one of the nicest people that I know (and we're talking genuinely sugar sweet nice). We're lucky to have such a wonderful friend!
I have a bone to pick with:
BABYS R US. For the most part, I LOVE you. We've spent a few weeks flirting, and we've even madeout a couple times on the couch. However, you've plucked one of my most prominent nerves. The organized, perfectionist nerve.
We started our registry (and by "we" I mean "I' started our registry and combed through every item on the Babys R Us website researching and reading reviews) a few weeks ago. I added a few different types of pacificers, as I figure Liam will decide what he likes best, and then we'll go and buy a million of those. I added these:
And being the obsessive mommy-to-be that I am, I returned to the registry the next day to continue to searching, researching, and adding. And this was on our registry:
We started our registry (and by "we" I mean "I' started our registry and combed through every item on the Babys R Us website researching and reading reviews) a few weeks ago. I added a few different types of pacificers, as I figure Liam will decide what he likes best, and then we'll go and buy a million of those. I added these:
And being the obsessive mommy-to-be that I am, I returned to the registry the next day to continue to searching, researching, and adding. And this was on our registry:
My thought process went something like this: Wait, I KNOW I added the blue pacifiers. Right? I mean, I AM pregnant, and we all know there's an obsene amount of stupid floating around in my brain these days. Delete pink. Add blue. Return the next day.
Upon my return, what did I find? Pink pacifiers. FOILED! I deleted and added a few more times with the same result each time (picture me fuming at my work computer over my lunch break. Hey, this is a BIG deal, people). We did our registry in-store this past weekend. I saw the boy pacifiers, and thought HA! I'll get you this time! We added the blue pacifiers above AND clear pacifiers. I confidently returned to our registry the following day to make sure, KNOWING there would be blue pacificers. NO DICE. Pink pacifiers. And a Bitter Betsy.
How much is too much? It's NEVER enough!
I come to you this evening with a simple question: Is it possible that knowing less is more? My Type A personality is laughing hysterically at you if you said yes. I must know EVERYTHING! As part of my quest to over-prepare, I read this and this (I like OmgMom better, but her website isn't set-up for direct links to posts. You should hope over there sometime! She's REALLY honest, which I totally appreciate). After reading, I shared with a few work friends. I believe the responses went like this: "Omg, I'm never having children!" and "Omg, that's so gross!" MY BAD work friends. In addition to those two lovely posts, I read both of their (FOUR PART) birth stories. One was a natural water birth and one was an induced epidural (if you read OmgMom's story, then you'll totally know what this means: I'm already brainstorming awesome names for my doctor, nurses, and anesthesiologist). Thankfully, I'm less freaked-out and more thankful for the sneak peaks deep in the depths of nasty. I learned from these posts the things that no one ever tells you! The "What to Expect Books" don't mention it. And most of the women in our lives who have experienced theses nasties don't talk about. I'm not even sure I'd be given the whole truth if I asked (probably for fear of scaring me). If it's likely that I'll need to purchase a box-o-Depends along with the diapers, I want to know! P.s. I love the pictures OmgMom provides of the pads and water bottle. I laughed out-loud.
On a lighter note, I finally spent my $150 gift card (plus some) to the mall! I've officially out-grown all of my pre-pregnancy clothes; and since my closet wasn't materializing any new clothes on its own (despite morning after morning of standing there, staring, and pleading), the trip was past-due. Mt first shopping trip for maternity clothes was with my mom. We went to Hip in the Round first. There was a T-SHIRT there that said, "Due in September." It was $48. We looked at each other and ran for the door. We landed at Mothergood Maternity, where the v-neck stretch t-shirts (my bestest friend in the world) are $9.99. YES PLEASE. It's like the Target of maternity stores.
One another light note, WE ORDERED FURNITURE (thanks, Mom and Mike)!!!!! We got the tall dresser, short dresser (which will also be the changing table), and classic crib. We should get a call from Babys R Us some time this week for pick-up (I'd like to give a shout-out to Hope, the COOLEST person at Babys R Us). We also got a glider. I have a feeling we're going to log many, many hours in that chair. I can't wait to put clothes in the drawers, hang pictures, and MAKE HIS BED. Seriously can't wait to organize. I know it won't stay that way, but at least it'll start-out that way. Since we're getting-through all of our nesting tasks way ahead of baby, I often wonder: What will be left to nest when I hit the nesting phase? I can only vacuum the house but so many times.
On a lighter note, I finally spent my $150 gift card (plus some) to the mall! I've officially out-grown all of my pre-pregnancy clothes; and since my closet wasn't materializing any new clothes on its own (despite morning after morning of standing there, staring, and pleading), the trip was past-due. Mt first shopping trip for maternity clothes was with my mom. We went to Hip in the Round first. There was a T-SHIRT there that said, "Due in September." It was $48. We looked at each other and ran for the door. We landed at Mothergood Maternity, where the v-neck stretch t-shirts (my bestest friend in the world) are $9.99. YES PLEASE. It's like the Target of maternity stores.
One another light note, WE ORDERED FURNITURE (thanks, Mom and Mike)!!!!! We got the tall dresser, short dresser (which will also be the changing table), and classic crib. We should get a call from Babys R Us some time this week for pick-up (I'd like to give a shout-out to Hope, the COOLEST person at Babys R Us). We also got a glider. I have a feeling we're going to log many, many hours in that chair. I can't wait to put clothes in the drawers, hang pictures, and MAKE HIS BED. Seriously can't wait to organize. I know it won't stay that way, but at least it'll start-out that way. Since we're getting-through all of our nesting tasks way ahead of baby, I often wonder: What will be left to nest when I hit the nesting phase? I can only vacuum the house but so many times.
Braxton WHO?!?!
Yesterday I MIGHT have experienced my first Braxton Hicks contraction (but how would I know, I’ve never felt one before). My stomach felt tight (tighter than normal. Things are really starting to stretch) for about 15 seconds, and then it relaxed. It didn’t hurt. It was WEIRD. It was ALARMING. But most pregnancy-related things that I had yet to experience were weird and alarming the first time. However, the tightness could also have been related to gas. Because let’s be real here – pregnancy gas can easily persist for 15+ seconds (and no, the expulsion of the gas (how very PC of me) does not last 15+ seconds. Oh, to be so lucky. Half of the time it’s all the tightness without the payoff).
Liam’s movements have gotten to the strength of being occasionally uncomfortable. They don’t necessarily hurt, but they’re rather forceful. It’s like he’s saying, “HEY, MOM! You haven’t thought about me in .25 seconds, so here’s a little reminder that I’M STILL IN HERE!” I write about this now, because he’s sending me reminders right now. Lately his movements are less like kicks, twitches, and punches, and more like he’s rolling-around trying to get comfortable. Sometimes I’ll felt a distinct pressure, and I find myself pressing against what I picture to be Liam’s butt or head. Usually he readjusts after I gently push-back at him. The pressure doesn’t hurt, it’s just weird. And like I said before, anything weird eventually transitions into alarming. At 25 weeks, he’s (based on averages) 1.5 pounds and 13.6 inches long. I should probably get used to the pressure and growing discomfort, as space is going to get more and more limited. Bring it on, little man!
We’re going furniture shopping with my mom tonight, and we are beyond excited. The nursery is painted, and the closet is starting to fill-up with baby stuff, but it still hasn’t hit me that a BABY will one day live in that room. I think furniture will really drive the point home. Plus, my initial reaction to the fully dried nursery was that the color was too bright. I’m hoping the presence of dark furniture and things hanging on the walls will soften the color; although, the color matches the green in his bedding perfectly. Personally, I think it really boils down to this: I’m color-phobic when it comes to paint. Most of the downstairs is a shade of brown or tan with furniture and pictures/paintings adding color. Our bedroom is a deep, soothing shade of green. The guest bathroom is khaki with the color being added through the shower curtain. The office will be a slate/deep brownish/suede color. And then there’s the nursery. HELLO GREEN. It freaks me out. He isn’t even here yet, and Liam is already rocking my world :)
Liam’s movements have gotten to the strength of being occasionally uncomfortable. They don’t necessarily hurt, but they’re rather forceful. It’s like he’s saying, “HEY, MOM! You haven’t thought about me in .25 seconds, so here’s a little reminder that I’M STILL IN HERE!” I write about this now, because he’s sending me reminders right now. Lately his movements are less like kicks, twitches, and punches, and more like he’s rolling-around trying to get comfortable. Sometimes I’ll felt a distinct pressure, and I find myself pressing against what I picture to be Liam’s butt or head. Usually he readjusts after I gently push-back at him. The pressure doesn’t hurt, it’s just weird. And like I said before, anything weird eventually transitions into alarming. At 25 weeks, he’s (based on averages) 1.5 pounds and 13.6 inches long. I should probably get used to the pressure and growing discomfort, as space is going to get more and more limited. Bring it on, little man!
We’re going furniture shopping with my mom tonight, and we are beyond excited. The nursery is painted, and the closet is starting to fill-up with baby stuff, but it still hasn’t hit me that a BABY will one day live in that room. I think furniture will really drive the point home. Plus, my initial reaction to the fully dried nursery was that the color was too bright. I’m hoping the presence of dark furniture and things hanging on the walls will soften the color; although, the color matches the green in his bedding perfectly. Personally, I think it really boils down to this: I’m color-phobic when it comes to paint. Most of the downstairs is a shade of brown or tan with furniture and pictures/paintings adding color. Our bedroom is a deep, soothing shade of green. The guest bathroom is khaki with the color being added through the shower curtain. The office will be a slate/deep brownish/suede color. And then there’s the nursery. HELLO GREEN. It freaks me out. He isn’t even here yet, and Liam is already rocking my world :)
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