I can't believe that I was actually able to accomplish things on yesterday's list. I picked up my non-selling items at the craft show, made the belly mold, got and decorated a xmas tree, and took some pictures in an attempt to figure out more things about my secret lover, this imac. I have to say that I didn't accomplish these goals alone, I had an army of supporters around. But I feel like nesting is in effect 100% and things are actually getting done, damned blood pressure, swollen legs, numb hands, and all.
Here Syl is proudly showing off our handmade holiday cards, which began the 'great glitter fiasco of 2008.'
So we made a belly cast when I was pregnant with Syl, right around 37/38 weeks. The goal was to finish it off, paint it, and display it on the wall somewhere. Lo and behold, 2.5 years later it still sits in the original place we set it. But still, I wanted to make an attempt to make a last impression of my body at full capacity. While making the mold, my mom was attempting to assist Dave and I while watching Sylvia. Needless to say, something happened and she fell under our dining room table (I can't even picture how it happened). So here we are, covered in plaster of paris, unable to try to console her, while she is freaking her little heart out. Luckily, my mom had clean hands and was able to calm her down, but she had made herself so upset that my mom had to hold her over the kitchen sink so she could puke. She's never done this before, so of course it was heart-wrenching.
Alas, all was alright and we were able to finish the mold. But geez, nothing comes easy, does it?
Please refrain from laughing at the sheer inability to not appear splotchy uncomfortable, and covered in layers of plaster, linen, and vaseline.