June. 10
Yesterday I discovered a little something about you. You do not like loud noises. Not in the least. Last night your father was tearing up the peal and stick floors in the kitchen. They were stuck on so good though that he had to get a chisel and a hammer to wedge them off the floor. Because of that there was a lot of loud metal on metal banging of which you did not approve of. I could feel you trying to move away from the noise.
I would wrap my arms around my belly to try to shield you from the sound but I doubt it worked very well. I tried to take you away from the noise at one point and walked into the living room but daddy had the stereo up loud so he could hear it over the noise he was making in the kitchen. As I walked past the stereo the music was at it's loudest and you scurried from one side of my belly to the other as fast as you could to get as far away from the music as possible. Poor baby. I felt so bad. I hid in the computer room after that, until your daddy stopped banging and we could finally rest our ears.
Showing posts with label Kitchen Reno. Show all posts
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Nastiness is a Sunny Walk in the Park
Monday, July 6, 2009
July 2
Daddy and I are trying to get the layout of our new kitchen ready for renovation before you arrive. But so far I've been told that every single element I want for the kitchen can't be done. For a pregnant woman who has crazy amounts of hormones coursing through every fiber of her body making her a ticking time bomb of emotion, it's not going over very well with me. I keep having to hold back the tears, take a deep breath, tell myself to relax, stop to think of a new solution without freaking out and start over.
Your daddy thinks I'm being nasty. But he has no idea just how pleasant I am being. If I were to let out the crazy that is festering inside he'd realize the so called "nasty" was a sunny walk in the park.
After much deliberation and compromise I think we've come up with a final plan. It's going to cost a pretty chunk of money that I am prepared to part with but your father is having trouble coming to grasps with it. I've been ready for 3 years to gut the kitchen regardless of the costs so I'm handling this a little better then your father. He'll be ok. I think. But of course after the kitchen is done we have your room to complete equaling more money. He may have a couple panic attacks here and there before he gets a grip on reality. I however am super excited!
Daddy and I are trying to get the layout of our new kitchen ready for renovation before you arrive. But so far I've been told that every single element I want for the kitchen can't be done. For a pregnant woman who has crazy amounts of hormones coursing through every fiber of her body making her a ticking time bomb of emotion, it's not going over very well with me. I keep having to hold back the tears, take a deep breath, tell myself to relax, stop to think of a new solution without freaking out and start over.
Your daddy thinks I'm being nasty. But he has no idea just how pleasant I am being. If I were to let out the crazy that is festering inside he'd realize the so called "nasty" was a sunny walk in the park.
After much deliberation and compromise I think we've come up with a final plan. It's going to cost a pretty chunk of money that I am prepared to part with but your father is having trouble coming to grasps with it. I've been ready for 3 years to gut the kitchen regardless of the costs so I'm handling this a little better then your father. He'll be ok. I think. But of course after the kitchen is done we have your room to complete equaling more money. He may have a couple panic attacks here and there before he gets a grip on reality. I however am super excited!
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