5 months and counting

2 Things that need doing:

The Carpet - This has been a comedy of errors ever since we picked 2 colors and one of them didn't exist anymore.  Well, purple exists as a rule, but not in the texture and thickness we want.  This led to a miscommunication about when the carpet would be installed.  We picked a replacement color and were just informed that THAT color doesn't exist either. Finally, frustrated because our house is inside-out, we said, "DO IT ALL IN BLACK. DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH OF THAT?"  Still waiting for the return phone call. Le sigh.

Baby Registry - I've been dreading this.  I know most new moms adore this part because it involves shopping.  I don't mind shopping, but I feel completely clueless about what I really need and what stores and the media THINK I need.  I will require a sherpa for this particular task, and my friend K has generously volunteered to help me.  Again, schedule coordination is needed because her new boss is a super-demanding 1-year-old. 

Nestrocious

I had no idea that the act of "nesting" would involve so many sacks of garbage. 

Let me tell you a little something about myself.  I constantly attempt to minimalize, and I'm constantly fighting my desire to acquire things.  My mother was an avid stuff-lover.  She had a deep, artistic spirit that saw beauty and potential in things and people.  Things had personalities.  I don't see that in things, but I loved my mother and I loved that aspect of her personality.  Because of that, I find it tremendously difficult to discard things she loved, even though she's not around to appreciate them anymore.  I have no fewer than 10 plastic tubs of china, milk bottles, and various knickknacks that belonged to my mother, her mother, and her grandmother.  I doubt they have much monetary value attached to them, but they're heirlooms and I'm a prisoner to them.  Here's an example of a couple of treasured decorations:

My own stuff, however, I'm not nearly as attached to.  I recently got rid of about half my clothes.  I didn't do this because I'm pregnant.  I did it because I'm 36 and some of those cute little outfits that I wore in my 20s might fit me again, but at my age, will make me look like I'm trying too hard.  My time for mini-skirts has come and gone.  I got rid of 2/3 of my yarn stash and most of my sewing fabric.  There's no room to sew, really, and I'm done with cheap yarn forever.  I'd have to say, in the past two weeks, I've substantially reduced my possessions.  However, there's still TONS of stuff lying around and I'm very unhappy about it.

Something's going to have to give because we have 650 sq ft to live on, and a baby on the way. 

198 square feet

We're getting new carpet.  Not for the whole house, just for the two small rooms.  That's a good thing because the carpet we have is old, knarly, and making me sneeze.  We picked purple for the bedroom, and "cosmic black" for the media room.  We're going through Costco, so we're pretty confident that we'll get a good deal.  Also, the cats approve of the samples.  Target audience, right?

That's all there is, there ain't no more.

So, I'm married.  Mostly.  I still have to drop the license off at the courthouse, but it's signed. So, married.

D and I discussed it thoroughly.  He doesn't want a circus, and I don't want to spend money, so there will be no wedding.  I'm talking NO WEDDING.  No rings, no cake, no dress, no ceremony, the end.

But we needed our friends to sign the license, so A was our officiant, and K was our witness.  A, in his lovable way, insisted on "officiating," and asked if D took me as his "lawful wedded husband." To which he said, "I do." We laughed, fist-bumped and cheered gay marriage.  So, as non-weddings go, I would say it was a success.

Now I just have to go through the rigmarole of changing my last name.  Frigging, SIGH.

n.b. I wore my red t-shirt showing cats playing Settlers of Catan. Dave wore a black t-shirt with a Wanted poster of Schrodinger's Cat (wanted dead & alive).