I am redoing a new room in our house...a nursery. Stu and I are expecting the arrival of our first, a baby girl, in February. I will spare you the details of my first trimester woes (when I felt like I had the flu for three months) and my second trimester frustrations (when all of my bodily functions have seemingly gone awry). I will tell you that the occasional bursts of energy I do have are going to be well spent. I have some ideas for the house and the holidays that I can't wait to share with you soon.
You might be thinking,"Oh no...she's having a baby. Does this mean the blog will turn into a mommy blog?" A big, fat, resounding no. I still intend on keeping my primary focus on food, parties and projects. That being said, some of the projects the next few months might be for a nursery, and a lot of the recipes will most likely be craving driven. I do tend to write about personal aspects of my life from time to time, and this is a new season that will be filled with inspiration (in a not too obnoxious, still-being-considerate-of-those-who-have-no-interest-in-babies kind of way).
Stu put together the crib this weekend, and we are busy trying to furnish the room before Christmas. It's funny, but I've never really had carte blanche on a whole room before. Usually I add a piece at a time, and over the course of a few months the room will come together. This time, we are starting from scratch and making purchases at lightning speed. There's no guilt attached because we don't really have a choice! It's not like we could do without a crib the same way we could do without a new coffee table.
In other news, today was a humbling one for me as a teacher. In the middle of class, a very sweet student politely and privately asked me if I knew that my dress had ripped down the back. Stunned, I told her that I didn't and thanked her for having the courage to walk up and tell me. (I heard the whispering beforehand and realized it was a table of girls deciding who would be the one to break the news.)
This was no little rip, by the way. As I dared to reach my hand back, I felt that the entire area that should have been covering my bum was split wide open. Good thing I was wearing leggings because finishing the last fifteen minutes of that class was awkward enough. Had I actually shown what was beneath the leggings, I fear many of my students would be needing therapy...Good grief. For the sake of innocent children's eyes, I've decided that all clothing worn for the remainder of my pregnancy must have lycra or spandex.