Why I haven't blogged for so long...

Can you really blame me, looking at this photo of where our home computer is housed? This is the dumpiest level of the house, and one I just bypass as much as possible. The rest of this level is missing electricity, walls, the ceiling and the bathroom will soon have our exposed septic system. It is Ghetto with a capital G and I can't stand being around it. The disorganization makes my skin crawl.

To help alleviate the craziness I told Kent is was time to get started on the baby's room. I ordered our crib and on Father's Day Kent put it together.


I love this crib, I think it looks so cute. We went with a modern style crib, which my mother thinks looks like a prison, but I love it.


The baby's room (Shim's room--our nickname since we don't know if it is a she or a him) has become my new little project. Kent and I both have a passion for art, and we knew right away that we were going to have custom art pieces in the baby's room. Before we were pregnant we had purchased one piece of art that is just perfect.


I told Kent though that this had to be the last art we purchased until we were definitely pregnant. It took some time but now that we are 25 weeks pregnant, I feel better about buying these things for the room. Our latest purchase was a custom piece by a local artist, Matthew Porter, who does these monkey drawings that I love. He does super hero monkeys, artist monkeys, and my favorite, rock and roll monkeys. I knew I needed a Bono Monkey, and I contacted Matthew to make us one. I picked it up last night and here it is (sort of hard to capture due to the flash).


It turned out exactly like I hoped. This week-end I am working on the curtains and the crib skirt arrived today at work. It is all starting to come together, even if the rest of my house is in total shambles. Shim's room is right next door to our bedroom, and every night before I go to bed I walk in here and see nothing but happiness.

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Last night Kent and I were on the sofa, I was lying down, he was sitting there, and we were talking. We seem to always be talking about the house and recently we've been talking more about life; the fact we are going to be first time parents and what that is going to mean. As we are sitting there I could really feel the baby move, this is not new to me though as it is like a little flutter in my belly daily. Last night though the baby was in full force and I grabbed Kent's hand and he felt it too. There was something that became real for both of us last night as the baby kicked or pushed hard enough that Kent could feel it as well. I could tell he was excited, it was obvious by the expression on his face. It was excitement, amazement and probably a little disbelief. 7 months ago, almost to the day, I was in my office sobbing when I was told IVF was going to be our only option for having children. My left ovary was filled with a giant lemon sized cyst and my hopes of conceiving in 2009 were crushed. We moved on though and we celebrated the holidays and the start of 2010. Somehow we conceived on our own and now I am looking at artwork for our babies room instead of our living room. I've been very emotional the last few days, the emotions are bliss. I'm trying to be in this space of time with gratitude for what we have been blessed with and pushing the fear of the unknown away. I thank whoever is watching over me everyday for this chance Kent and I have been given. I wish those who desire as we did that they too will get their wish granted as well.