Okay, I'm admittedly a little behind on the blog - I took the pictures on Sunday but haven't been able to post as the house is upside down for our little spate of renos - finally, the ghetto carpet is out and the gorgeous mahogany floors are in! Well, almost in...
We're still working away on getting the floors down and getting the place back to some workable form. Monday JJ came by and helped by moving the heavy things and doing the underlay with Ez and then we all worked together to lay down the first 16 rows, which is not an inconsiderable feat considering that we have to move everything around this tiny space while we work, and also considering that the planks we are using are only 3.5" planks, so it takes some time. Oh! But it looks beautiful, really, we're so excited and proud of ourselves for all the work we've put in. Ez and I worked all day yesterday and finished the living room and today we hope that we will finally finish the baby's room (den no more!) and be able to piece together some semblance of normalcy in the apartment again. It's so much work, but the floor is really so beautiful we know it's worth it. Can't wait for you all to see it!
Otherwise, as you can see from the pictures, baby is growing rapidly, at a rate that somehow continues to astonish me. I find myself catching a glimpse in the mirror and stopping short thinking 'that's my body?' It is really so very strange, the way my little soccer-ball belly now curves up under my sternum - a place where the baby kicked me yesterday for the first time - very strange and forebording indeed. I have begun the odd little waddle that seems to accompany this stage of pregnancy and I am finding it increasingly more difficult to do little things like put on my socks. I am finally at a place where all my little fixit versions of my old pants are no longer working and I will have to break down and purchase some of the dreadfully ugly maternity wear that is out there. I refuse to pay $65 for an ugly pair of jeans, so I am hoping to comb through stores and find suitable options outside the realm of the super-ugly that pervades maternity wear. No wonder Tracy was thinking so much of starting a line of maternity clothes!
The other night I had the strangest dream yet about the baby - I dreamt that I could feel it moving and when I lifted my shirt to look the skin was pulled taut and translucent so that I could see first a tiny little hand with the smallest imaginable fingers, then two tiny feet and finally, when I moved into the light, a tiny face, blinking away the intrusion. It was amazing to see it blink its little eyes, and then suddenly, I was holding it in my hands, this tiny little girl, pink and slick and gorgeous. I ran up to my midwife and held her out "Look at this!" I shouted at her, and she took one look at me and said "It's too soon! You'll have to put her back. Go get a bottle of olive oil and you'll have to put her back until she's done" - as casually as if she were telling me to put a chicken back into the oven. It was a truly bizarre dream.
Other than that, not much dreaming going on as there seems to be very little sleeping going either. Insomnia continues to plague me (although Ez seems to have finally turned a corner with his) and it has been joined by a new friend - heartburn, something which I suspect I will suffer until the end, being so small as I am. My belly seems to be growing by the mintue and I am a little worried that my belly-ring hole can't handle the pressure. I'm keeping up my regimen of yoga and almond oil in hopes of saving the skin there and I am beginning to wrap my head around the fact that labour is an impending reality in which all my theories and research will be tested. I am trying not to think too much about it yet - and really have had little time with all the commotion around here. I have an audition today for a voice gig and am happy that the year seems to be beginning again. I was up at five this morning and when I looked out in the back forest it was once again covered in a glorious layer of white - yet another strange winter occurence for Vancouver. We've just lived through our third power outage of the last month, this one lasting nearly 24 hours, and we hope that there will be no further boil water advisories - onward towards spring! I'm finally finishing the baby's blanket which has taken me probably a hundred hours already, such a tedious little job with over a hundred separate pieces, but like the floor, I am very proud of it! More this weekend, perhaps even well written - and of course, with more pictures, hopefully of the place fully done!
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