Some Things Never Change...
I had my husband take a photo of my pregnant self yesterday morning. I intentionally wore the same thing for a fair comparison. I freakin' look the same! The only thing that has changed is my hair. A little.
<<-------- 22 WEEKS
Maybe I won’t get any bigger.
I’ll just have less lung and stomach capacity and more foot.
And Some Things Do.
(or "We Were Only at Each Other’s Throats for a Couple Hours!")
We finally painted the nursery!
I wanted chocolate and cream. HunnyBuns did not. Since this is his baby too (and he was gracious enough about me painting the upstairs green), I brought home all the neutral-colored paintchips in the Lowe’s Olympic brand and had him pick out the shades he liked most.
We decided on a wall with stripes but neither of us had ever done stripes. Hubby brought home a laser level from work and we thought we were set, but then it turned out Hunny did not know how to make the laser work correctly for vertical lines. A bunch of grumbling and crankiness and so forth ensued from both our mouths. We ended up using a level and a pencil hoping all along the lines would come out “straight enough.”
This week, I will touch-up the big mistakes but let the smaller mistakes live. I am too pregnant to be very detailed anymore. Anyway, by the time our daughter is old enough to ask “what are all these marks from?” we’ll move her into the Big Girl Bedroom.