Well, our "new addition" hasn't arrived yet. However, we finally worked on the upstairs! Since I've last posted, we've moved upstairs to what was formerly known as the "Jesus Room" because of the menacing Jesus pictures on the wall when we moved in.
Now that I'm halfway through and looking at some of the older pictures, I do have to say that my first trimester, boy was I bloated! I still feel like I fit into my clothes better now than I did then, even though I'm up to about 20 extra lbs. and, back then, it was only four.
In doing this, I'm realizing watching my belly expand isn't that interesting. In fact, I'm glad I don't keep track every week. Going from bloating to trying to arch my back to look more pregnant to looking like I had a big lunch to finally looking pregnant without too much work really makes these photos kind of boring. I'm glad I added my pie charts.
And, just for good measure, I wanted a picture of me with a bowling ball when the husband and I went a few weeks ago, just to compare:
And finally, the "accent" wall had to go. I, unfortunately, picked such a light blue color that it was washed out during the day. So, I decided to go bold. I actually picked the *middle* color on the paint chip. (Gasp!)
Oh, and here's the link to the original Living Room when we moved in: LINK
Even though the husband was convinced that "Courtyard Shadow" was gray, I knew he would love it once out living room was one solid color. And I was right!
Oh! And because my MIL was as sick of seeing all the TV wires as I was, she came to the door with this!
The first thing my cat had to do was make a little garden apartment for himself on the bottom shelf.
See my record player and lamp that came with the house? Well, I'm just glad I finally found a paint color that made me not mind the husband's favorite lamp so much.
Oh! And remember the hooks I made months ago? Well I finally hung it on the wall! And, get this, I hung keys on it!
While waiting for paint to dry, the urge to paint (and inhale paint fumes, apparently) was hard to suppress. I saved this nightstand from my in-laws' curb about a year ago. Finally, I decided to use it outside. But, first, I had to paint it.
I needed to fix the back that was falling off. I have to say, that box of 400 Finishing Nails I bought just keep coming in handy!
After a light sanding, I began with the four coats of white matte spray paint.
When it was finished, I was so excited to put it on my porch with my adorable Christmas Tree Shop lantern on top.
I ended up loving the lantern so much, I bought bigger ones to hang from the planters' hooks--since my thumb is officially black and I've concluded I cannot care for a plant...at all.
Just taking a break from what will now be referred to as Crazy Painting Week. But wanted to update to let you know there's a big post coming. My Facebook statuses (stati?) for the past few days have been:
"Had to cancel my sword-swallowing performance for this afternoon, as well as my fire-breathing rehearsal this evening. (Ticket money will be reimbursed.) Damn, this baby sure is picky about its in-utero activities! Guess I'm painting all day again!"
"'No, I don't think nesting is real...by the way, I'm repainting, um, everything.'"