After my awful day on Tuesday, and it was awful. My emotions were sky high and I had a break down with my mom and attacked Darell for ruining my life, the poor man is probably really content with his decision to not be with me after that little outburst. I blame it all on the pregnancy hormones, there's no possible way I'm that crazy, or at least we hope not.
I stayed home yesterday with my mom, I do work for both of my parents, which is actually great because when I don't feel like going into the office I get my nice boss, my mom, to tell my mean boss, my dad, she has work for me to do and I stay home. Most of the time I really have work sometimes it's for my sanity which is pretty much for everybody's sanity in the house and then it's on days when my mom isn't going into her part time job and I get to keep her company. Normally this entails work, as my mother never stops and at the moment our house looks like a bomb hit it because of Peanuts arrival, everything has to be moved around to create his bedroom. So we have been organizing, this is me throwing things away when she aint looking because really we don't need half the junk we own.
So yesterday we spent the day sorting out the laundry room, the smallest but messiest and most over loaded room in our house. While this was going on we had hired a painter to paint the nursery ceiling and walls white so we can start on the murals this weekend. I'm so excited. Darell is also coming to put in the light fitting and door handles and all that other stuff. One good decision was getting knocked up by a millright chargehand, this is like a super man version of an electrician, handy man and wood work genius who earns enough money to pay a decent maintenance and do all the things around the house that I need done for the safety of his son of course.
My invitations are finally printed, now I just need to put them in there red envelopes and write out a 100 names. They look great and will be putting one up to show you soon. I went to the fabric store and bought the most amazing, brightly coloured fabrics for the 20m of bunting I'll be creating for the baby shower and made lists for everybody else of what needs to be done and dusted and then they can take over the party and I'll just pop my head in from time to time to check it's all to my liking.
Then there is the amazing Natasha from Raising Men, who has invited me over for lunch and offered me all her baby stuff she doesn't need anymore. Bless her heart, she brought me to tears the other day when I received her message and has saved me from a huge load of stress.
So everything seems to be coming along just fine for now and if I don't think about things other than what I'm doing right now I seem to not have to many anxiety attacks. I must say though, when I got into the office this morning the first thing I did was read my 2 favourite blogs Raising Men and Remember when we were young. They both had there birth stories up of there bundles of joy. If you haven't read these posts please do, it's a testament to how amazing woman truly are but if you are expecting and it's your first baby and you are scared out of your wits, read it, at least you know what can happen but don't say I didn't warn you. It's not for the faint hearted.