My weekend has been dominated by some serious nesting. Not that kind of nesting, just semi-new apartment nesting.
Joey and I shoveled out the neglected ‘office’ room this weekend. We were so happy to get this pretty apartment. With an extra bedroom! We could have a nice little office! Only for the past three or so months, we have just had a nice little Room Full Of Random Crap. In a brilliant team effort, we spent three-ish days transforming this:
To this:
Yeah. The entire room underwent a similar transformation, but that would be entirely too many disgusting before and after pictures for me.
My fantabulous husband also made the valuable discovery that we could trade our $12 IKEA desk chair (which is tiny and uncomfortable for me to sit on, so I can’t imagine how he feels about it) for our $30 IKEA armchair (which is infinitly more comfy) as a place to sit at the massive twin-sized bed of a desk. This may possibly change our lives! We spent several hours sitting there (his lap, it is comfortable) downloading music from the newly-discovered FrostWire.
FrostWire: Is It Legal? Will It Give Our Pretty Computer Viruses? Oooh, Search For That One Song I Like!
I let Joey play with all that stuff yesterday, but I got up earlier than him this morning, and dowloaded about seventy-gazillion songs, most of which he will probably despise. To save him pain, I put them all in a playlist marked “mellow girl music” and will try to only listen to it when he’s not around. That is such a lie! If I have to listen to him reliving Jr. High via the musical stylings of T-Bone, then he can suffer some Alanis Morissette. And B*Witched! Remember B*Witched? Am rocking out to “Mr. Postman” right this minute! Still remember all the words!
In other news, I bought three baby-related books this weekend, because I like to be informed. Very, very informed. Reviews of these books? Okay!
The Girlfriend’s Guide To Pregnancy: This was the book I made the Half Priced Books run for, because I read on a blog I like that it was good. Much better than What To Expect. But I really didn’t like it at all! I mean, I liked the secret-girls-club vibe, yes. But I didn’t like the blatant making fun of *natural childbirth people*. Mostly because it made me wonder if I am silly to have that as a goal, and if so, should I stop researching birthing centers where epidurals aren’t even offered? The self doubt! But then, I kept reading snippets and asides that struck me as kind of anti-husband. Like how husbands aren’t going to be interested in picking out baby names and going to appointments with you and such. Which, maybe I have unrealistic newylwed expectations, but my man is already engaging in baby name conversations. And lists. And he has been known to talk to my uterus. Maybe he is just extra special. But it completely lost me with this jewel:
” Once the two of you have children together, however, you are in each other’s life in a very real way for decades, whether you want to be or not. They are a joint, ongoing project that you will have in common no matter who else you may fall in love with or how much un-in-love the two of you may someday grow to be. the good news is, children keep you so busy and distracted that you may not even notice if your marriage has gone to pot.”
Call me starry-eyed and idealistic, but I don’t think so. So I have missed the rest of what I am sure is valuable and practical insights into childbearing, because I don’t want to stumble across any more of that nonsense.
Maybe Baby: This is a cool book, because it is a collection of essays about to reproduce or not, from a lot of different viewpoints. I got about halfway through before getting distracted by something else, but I’ll finish it! I’m always reading three or four books simultaneously!
Baby Catcher: Chronicles of a Modern Midwife: As my current Favorite Book, it merits a cover picture
This book is by a practicing midwife, who writes about different births she was present for, and her own births and pregnancies as well. It has already restored my faith in my ‘I Want A Midwife’ decision, and made me cry. Twice. And I’m only on page 141.
Ack. I just leaned too hard on the arm of this comfy chair, and there was a suspicious cracking sound. Nothing looks broken, and it isn’t wobbling around, so I’m just going to pretend that there was no correlation between my leaning and that noise, okay?
