I've never considered myself an incredibly vain person, but the bi-weekly weigh-ins have made it fairly clear that I'm a little more prideful than I thought.
I'll tell myself that it's just Maybe's gigantic head (thanks Blake...) but it's probably my diet of grapefruit, cheese, triscuts, and cookies.
I'm also at the point in my pregnancy where I've apparently decided that it's a good idea to take on big home projects. Right now there's a crew jack hammering the bejeebers out of our upstairs bathroom while I wear a surgical mask and earplugs and hide out in the family room. Did you know that in 1951 bathroom tile is securely fastened in about three inches of pure concrete (both the walls, the shower and the floor)? That's a whole lot of concrete...a whole lots of dust...and a whole lot of extra weight that our trusty floors won't have to hold up anymore.
Blake and I have spent the past two weeks stewing over finishes and seeing the dollar signs fly as we've ordered all of the supplies. The UPS guy and I have become quite close (he has generously carried things into the house for me since I can't lift them from the porch and Blake is still recovering from a back injury). Our living room looks like a Home Depot exploded and there is a tub filling up the majority of our study. Like Blake says, it's like we are camping in our own home. It's awesome...and awesomely hilarious.
We have been dreaming of this bathroom renovation for years and finally felt like we should pull the trigger before Maybe gets here. It's madness to be sure, but at least it's fun madness and it comes with an end date.
I can't wait to post the before and after photos. No more five by five bathroom! No more knees touching the tub when you're on the toilet. Such luxury!