I hit full term this week thus resulting in the loss of even more of my sanity. I decided that it's time to get this baby out!!! I have found a whole new understanding to the word discomfort.

So begins the insanity.

I decided to try all the wive's tales directed at inducing labor. Since I blog I thought I'd share the list with you and perhaps if you know a few yourself you can share or even share what worked for you or your significant other.

Here's the list:

(X)Foot Massage
(X)Pineapple
(X)Olive Garden (secrets in the sauce)
(X)Sex
(X)Nipple Stimulation (I kid not)
(X)Exercise (this of course would look like walking for me)
Mac N' Cheese (prepared by spouse)
(X)Spicy Food
(X)Don't Shave
Send spouse on a trip
(X)Unpack hospital bag
Caster Oil
Bowling
(X)climbing stairs
(X)abdominal pressure (laughing, blowing up balloons)

So here's the list. I am embarking on trying each one till something works.

I change my mind often as of lately. I really can't imagine why? My sister used to say I was one of the most decisive people she knew...not anymore. WARNING: this is another blog about baby stuff.

So I had the bedding for the nursery. Amongst other stuff. I went up stairs to look at it and decide how I was going to put a feminine touch on it and then I realized something. I couldn't. The bedding I selected was neutral to the core (which I usually love), but I looked at this bedding and suddenly became reflexive (not a real rarity for me).

As I "diagnosed" the bedding I realized I had selected it based on 2 reasons. 1. it was easy to use just in case this little one came out a dude and 2. deep down inside I was STILL having a hard time accepting that I was really having a little girl. The purchase of the nursery bedding was my own way of saying...a girl is just to good to be true and I'm not buying it so I'd rather keep my heart "safe". YES I got all that from staring at my kids bedding. ha. (a look into the mind of krystin...scary).

So obviously I had to sit there in this room and reconcile with myself and God. It's true that there is the chance that this little one could come out a boy (big deal). The hard thing for me is to realize my own deep desire for a little girl (as much as having a daughter raises all my mothering issues to the surface). I had to accept it. One day I'll blog about why this is so difficult, but not today, this is about decorating.

So the bedding was returned. New bedding was purchased. And then came the painting.

I like to put my "stamp" on things. This means I had to paint something. So all the furniture was painted what I refer to as Limow. The perfect mix of Lime & Yellow = Limow. More pictures will follow, but below is the color;

~9pm
~inhaled 5 double stuff oreos & a pickle
~thinking about the weight accumulated over last few months
~rumage freezer
~discover frostbitten blueberry ego waffles
~ heat & eat waffles
~sit in shame

I have been silent for awhile. Primarily because I was attached to IVs and enjoying the view of my bathroom. I'd mention being pregnant but I didn't mention my quasi unique first 17 weeks of pregnancy. Let me paint a quick picture: insomnia, vomiting 11 times a day (not an exaggeration), extreme nausea, unable to keep even water down, drugs (ultimately ineffective), IVs, and massive weightloss. The last would be a plus if it wasn't caused by starvation. I'm finally back on my feet and eating. I don't want to sound like an unappreciative women so please don't interpret my little vent session as such. I am SO thankful to experience pregnancy despite the first half. This is just a brief explanation as to where I've been.