Being pregnant at 38 is a lot different than pregnancy at 27. The usual aches and pains hit you on a whole ‘nother level. Yesterday my right hip decided that walking was completely overrated and it wasn’t going to accommodate my unreasonable demands anymore.
Meanwhile my creative streak has gone into overdrive. I have all sorts of interesting projects clamoring for my attention. I don’t remember being this creative last time, but I also wasn’t awake nearly as much (damn you, full-time job!).
Normally I wouldn’t mind a creative surge – creativity is my drug of choice most days and anything that gets me into my sewing room is a welcome distraction – but there are a few problems.
My sewing room needs to become a nursery sometime in the next 10 weeks. Fabric and supplies are being herded into boxes and relocated to a new home and the room needs to be painted…eventually.
Since we’re planning on painting the nursery, we also decided to paint our daughter’s room as well. She’s been lobbying for a Harry Potter themed room for a while and a faux stone wall look is in the works. We have the base coat done and are ready to begin sponging in the stones. Meaning all her furniture and excess items are taking up room in the spot designated for future sewing space.
My friend that’s throwing us a baby shower would like to use our house instead of hers, which means the living room needs to be freshened up – did I mention the house is kind of trashed due to our half-finished project? Add in a 30 week pregnant woman and a husband who is overly concerned about paint fumes so is trying to do everything by himself and we’re looking at a recipe for disaster!
Color me a little overwhelmed. Times 20. Meanwhile, I really need to gather enough energy to go register. Or something. I have a feeling the next 10 weeks are going to be loads of fun.
I need a nap.