I’m so happy about these birth announcements we ordered from Minted.
I can’t wait to receive them in the mail. This is all so exciting.
1. More than the lack of sleep, tension will get you, so try to relax. Skip the coffee and the hysterical nap, and do something you love: I rearranged my closet and figured out what fits and what doesn’t so getting dressed in the mornings is less frustrating. Take a warm bubble bath before going to bed, enjoy some light reading before bedtime, etc.
2. Set small, realistic goals for each day. My day three goal was get dressed and put makeup on. On day four I wore Anna in her sling and got some chores done around the house. Day five I baked an easy cake, just to prove I could. Day six we went to the supermarket.
3. Filter the advice. We got some good tips, like our midwife taught me that changing latching positions helps to not destroy your nipples, and a few others I can’t really remember now. But anything else was better tossed out the window. Just a lot of contrasting opinions, which goes to prove there is no one size fits all.
4. Be kind to yourself and to your spouse.
5. Block out the outside world, if necessary, and don’t feel bad about it. You’re busy. If you have a half hour of peace do something for yourself, take a shower, a walk, do your nails.
5. Be ready to cry for things you never thought possible, like the fact that your newborn won’t be a newborn for long. Expect some frustration every day, and some progress, too.
6. Don’t try to do too much!
Anna Caroline Johnson
April 20 2013
Someone please take the gold contact paper away from me!
This is a little embarrassing. I’m afraid my husband will think I’ve gone bonkers (he certainly knows better than saying that to a woman three days away from her due date, but it doesn’t mean he’s not thinking something along those lines.)
Still there’s nothing better than a little creative project to spend an afternoon, and I liked this picture I found on Pinterest so much (originally from the awesome finnish blog pinjacolada) that I had to make it my own.
Same as the polka-dot door project, but this time I just measured the length of the drawer, then calculated how many circles I needed and simply cut them in half to achieve the scalloped effect.
Sorry for the lame explanation. I’m sure you could have figured this out just as well just by looking at the first picture!
As of yesterday, the nursery is all finished. A good thing, since my due date is only 5 days away.
So I thought I’d put together the trends that inspired me the most and got me all excited in the making of.
Here we go!
3. Reading nooks: is there anything more inviting? Ikea shelves.
I get so excited about simple recipes that call for shopping no further than my pantry and use seasonal, fresh ingredients.
Strawberries are finally in season, so I decided to make this simple torte. I haven’t tasted it yet but it’s ready and it looks light and delicious.
A little bonus: my grandmother used to say that when you taste a fruit newly in season you get to ask a small wish…it’s a little tradition of mine that makes it taste even sweeter.
A while ago I bought some gold contact paper. I didn’t know what to do with it until yesterday.
Here is the result!
I didn’t have a circle cutter so I just traced a 3 inch circle on the back of the contact paper using a glass, and hand-cut the circles. It was very relaxing. Then I randomly stuck the contact paper circles on the door and smoothed them over using a credit card. Et voilà!
We have a soul at times.
No one’s got it non-stop,
Day after day,
year after year
may pass without it.
it will settle for a while
only in childhood’s fears and raptures.
Sometimes only in astonishment
that we are old.
It rarely lends a hand
in uphill tasks,
like moving furniture,
or lifting luggage,
or going miles in shoes that pinch.
It usually steps out
whenever meat needs chopping
or forms have to be filled.
For every thousand conversations
it participates in one,
if even that,
since it prefers silence.
Just when our body goes from ache to pain,
it slips off-duty.
it doesn’t like seeing us in crowds,
our hustling for a dubious advantage
and creaky machinations make it sick.
Joy and sorrow
aren’t two different feelings for it.
It attends us
only when the two are joined.
We can count on it
when we’re sure of nothing
and curious about everything.
Among the material objects
it favors clocks with pendulums
and mirrors, which keep on working
even when no one is looking.
It won’t say where it comes from
or when it’s taking off again,
though it’s clearly expecting such questions.
We need it
it needs us
for some reason too.
Yesterday I stumbled across this poem by an author I didn’t know. I was really touched by its beauty and simplicity so I thought I’d share it.
The part about joy and sorrow not being two different feelings, in particular, and the theme of silence have been a huge part of my life and thoughts in this last month of pregnancy, in which I’ve been constantly sick yet in awe of the beautiful creature I’m waiting to meet, and in which silence surrounds me as I spend my days alone, but never alone, as the snow keeps falling outside-even though it’s spring.
Sorry about the run-on sentence. I’m Italian, we can’t help it…