I’ve got this powerful drive lately to get stuff done that I know I won’t be able to do with hyperemesis gravidarum. Considering that we’re actively trying for a baby, it seems like that day could happen any second. My poor husband is just being dragged along for the ride.
Last weekend, I cleaned out my fish pond. I have a gorgeous fish pond in the back yard, but it had started getting a little mucky. It was full of string algae and mulm (fish poop), and the plants needed to be trimmed for winter.
I cut back the plants, scrubbed the string algae out of it with an un-used toilet brush, and cleaned out the filter. It’s a task getting the filter out since the pond is about 4 ft deep and narrow, but I managed it! The filter was horrible with mulm. I’ll spare you the gruesome details. Let’s just say the waterfall is falling much more vigorously now.
Saturday, my darling sister came up from LA, and we painted the room a gorgeous shade of sky blue. It turned out fantastic! She was thrilled when she saw it.
Sunday, we spent the day putting IKEA furniture together for her. It’s mostly white furniture (with the exception of the natural wood toy chest), and it looks gorgeous against the blue walls. Best of all, there were no fights as we were constructing the stuff! Not even in the midst of building the bed, which for a while, we thought must actually be a piano because it had so many pieces.
We accomplished the seemingly impossible, though, and last night, for the first time, the Grasshopper slept in her big girl bed. She seemed to really love it. The look on her face was priceless. Finally, she’s living in a child-centered room instead of a converted nursery. The bookshelves are all at her height, the toys are in a toy chest that she can reach. Everything is geared toward her comfort. It’s wonderful.
The room is not quite finished. I need to get the curtains made and hung and the tree decal up. Okay, so I haven’t bought the tree decal, but imagine a pretty tree with little red birds flitting around. I’ve got a few pictures to get framed: A Totoro batik that we brought back from Japan and a few Miyazaki lithographs. Also, we have some pretty wooden letters that spell out her name.
We also have to get her a new lamp because the geniuses who built our house failed to install ceiling lights in any of the rooms, and floor lamp + active kid = begging for a disaster. I’m planning to get one of those round paper lanterns. Yeah, I know, they’re so cheap, but I really like the playful look of them. Also, they plug into the wall meaning we don’t have to hire an electrician.
In addition to the home decorating stuff, I’ve been on a food-finding mission. The question I keep asking myself is, “What won’t I be able to eat when I get pregnant?”
We’ve been doing the spicy-food tour: buffalo wings, burritos, Indian food (ahhh, Indian food, how I love thee!), Thai, steaks… Also garlic stuffed olives. I’m lovin’ my garlic stuffed olives. My husband, not so much. Note to self: Eating garlic stuffed olives might be a great non-hormonal form of birth control! I think he is a little surprised with my food enthusiasm lately. I mean, I’m always pretty enthusiastic about food, but lately it’s been a MUST EAT INDIAN FOOD NOOOOW kind of enthusiasm.
I just keep trying to think of things I won’t be able to do when I actually do get pregnant. Kind of like a bucket list only instead of a metaphorical bucket, it’s an actual bucket. That will sit by my bed. Yeah.
So I’m just going, going, going like a woman on a mission. I’m just trying to accomplish all I can before the pregnancy hits.