My pregnant wife is so HOT!

Monday Jan 07, 2008

Literally. (She's still hot in the figurative sense too, but I doubt I should discuss that much further on a blog that her dad reads.)

So for 6 years of marriage, Jen has throughout the year spent evenings curled up on the couch under a blanket complaining about how cold it is in our house. We have 3-4 blankets stored in the ottoman or over the back of each sofa. (Don't look at me like that--I'm not a cruel, cheap husband who wouldn't turn up the heat--it was a good 72 degrees in our house). After spending the evening on the couch under a blanket with her flannel pajamas and slippers, we'd go to bed, and her feet still felt like she had been slogging through Antarctica barefooted.

But not anymore... Since she got pregnant, her thermostat has been reset. The house stays so cold now that our cats have gone into hibernation (don't worry, they've got enough fat stored to make it through the next ice age), and I'm the one with slippers on the couch curled up under 3 blankets (and yes, I would survive the next ice age, too). Currently on the bed there is a sheet, a cotton blanket, a flannel quilt, and a comforter. I have a hard time turning over under all the weight--especially because it is all piled on my side of the bed. She doesn't even want the sheet on her now! Amazingly, she still expects me to get her feet warm (I guess it is unfair of me to expect her to warm them by the furnace of her belly like I do with my hands--she says she is feeling more flexible, just not that much.)

I hope this trend reverses itself before little Torquil arrives, or child services might be knocking on our door for housing him in a meat locker!

Posted at 07:53PM Jan 07, 2008 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[0]

Take me out to the ballgame...

Tuesday Jan 01, 2008

...or at least take me out to the nursery. We've reached a major post-Christmas milestone this week in getting the nursery DONE! It's so cute. We are going with an interesting "Cows vs. Giraffes in the World Series" theme. Okay, it's really just a baseball theme, with a fair number of cows (in honor of Derek) and giraffes (tall blondes, like me) thrown in for good measure.

And like every good home improvement project, this one was a group effort. My cool Uncle Jimmy came to the rescue to instruct us on the finer points of installing crown molding, only to discover that the walls in the room are not even close to straight or level. (No surprise in a 50+ year old house!) My dad worked like a CHAMP, coming over from dawn to well past dark more than a few days to help with painting (his least favorite chore), installing a new closet system, a new ceiling fan, and at least 17 trips to Lowes & Home Depot. Why we don't just move our house to the parking lot of Lowes is beyond me - would save us loads of time. And the project would still not be finished without the a help of my awesome mom, who sewed curtains, scraped paint off the window, and even polished the hardwood floor. But I have to give Derek props for my favorite item in the room - the baseball finials on the curtain rod. Yep, they are the real deal - real baseballs. Don't ever try to tell me that a cow doc can't also be an engineer. Way to go Team Nursery Decor!

I'm so pleased with the way it came together. I told Derek that it just doesn't seem like a room that goes in our house - probably because it's so neat & organized right now! We stood in the room last night, and I just had this surreal, "we're-going-to-put-our-kid-in-here-SOON" feeling and I'm so grateful to have a nice place to bring him home. It's the same room I came home from the hospital to, and there's something really amazing and special about that. Let's just hope Torquil doesn't develop the same irrational fear of baseball that I developed for my clown-theme room...

So, what do you think?

Posted at 01:48PM Jan 01, 2008 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[4]