Monday, March 30, 2009

So That Was Fun

All of the boxes are now unpacked.

No, okay, I lie. There is a box in the garage marked "Laundry." I am not sure what all is in it except some cleaning stuff and a throw blanket that lived atop the washer in our apartment. (Why did it live there? I don't know.) There is a box in a guest bedroom marked "board games." There are dedicated shelves for these games upstairs, but no one has been willing to make the trek up the stairs with the box, so it remains. There are also several pieces of art that have not been unwrapped yet. Eventually we will uncover them and decide where to hang them.

But that's it. Everything else has been unearthed and organized and placed. I feel triumphant.

I have also gotten over my cold. It was not allergies, thankfully (although the cold certainly could have been exacerbated by them). (And it had nothing to do with buying a new house; the home was built over six years ago, and the carpet was installed new for showing/selling the house. Many homeowners do this regardless of the house's age.) I am relieved not to be allergic to my own house.

Ish's parents came to visit on Saturday and it was nice to have that as an unpacking deadline. For two weeks I did nothing but unpack boxes, organize all sorts of things, run to the store, nap, sneeze/hack/cough, and chase after cats. Mostly unpack. It's been a blur. I'm glad it's done.

But now?

I'm sitting in my home, having absolutely no idea what comes next.

I mean, aside from the baby.

I/we had our new-to-us doctor's appointment today. She's a little big for her age (she's ~30 centimeters at ~27 wks), so we'll schedule an official sonogram to check on that, but mostly things seem fine. She's finally started to move and kick a lot more in the last couple days.

No, we do not have a name yet. Not even close.

I know I am supposed to enjoy the peace and quiet now, since there won't be much more of that post-kid. But it's all totally weird and surreal and strange.

For example, I've never in my life had more time to blog, and I've never been more stuck for what to say.

It's not like I don't have stories. Oh, I have stories. Stories from San Francisco, stories from growing up. I have found tons of photos and cringe-worthy notes from high school that are, for many reasons, still excruciatingly embarrassing...possibly too embarrassing to share. I feel like I just need a jumping-off point.

Suggestions?

19 comments:

  1. pictures of the house! puhlease!

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  2. I vote cringe-worthy notes! How bad can they be?

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  3. ok...i am cracking up! i read...

    I/we had our new-to-us doctor's appointment today. She's a little big for her age

    and thought you were referring to your doctor being a little big for her age. i seriously stopped there and thought about it before i read on. the baby is a little big. now i've got it.

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  4. The cringe worthy note and the growing up stories sound fun. Oh, and the San Francisco stories, and stories about your cats, um...your pictures....

    Just write...we aren't picky!

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  5. I say start with May of 1993 or there abouts.

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  6. please tell us about the serious issue you are having with the laundry! i'm so curious!! what could it be?

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  7. Hmmmm, embarrassing stories? You can join Lilu on her TMI Thursdays (and no, I'm not brave enough to do it...)

    http://www.livitluvit.com/search/label/TMI%20Thursday

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  8. i know you're not asking for something to do, but i've been in this place for 4 months (maybe 5 now?) and i'm still not all unpacked. if you're ever bored...

    anyway! you mentioned you had art to unwrap and place. tell us about the art. why did you choose it then? has your perception of it at the time you bought it since changed?

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  9. Tell us about your neighbors?

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  10. Knit?

    :)

    Explore for shops in your new area. There are fabulous foody shops nearby.

    Must be some yarn shops, and I know there is a bead shop.

    :)

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  11. Since I am in a similar situation (minus the pregnancy) I understand your dilema, but I also remember feeling this way when I WAS pregnant and when I was home with a baby. All I can say is one minute I didn't know what to do with myself and the next I didn't have enough time for everything. I think it has to do with just getting used to another (different) routine. So blog about it. SOmetimes blogging can make your ordinary life seem as interesting as it really is

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  12. Would love to hear about the first 1-2 years in SF. What was hard, what was great, what you did on Sunday nights. When did you know that was home? Did you have doubts? Think about going back east? Do you wish your sister would move there?

    Also, can you give us a smattering of names that appeal to you?

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  13. Take your dog for a walk! (Actually, I don't think you have a dog, but I think you need to get to know your neighbors, and that's one way. I guess you could take your husband for a walk?
    Natalie beat me to commenting on your doctor's size-age ratio.

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  14. I've awarded you a Kreativ Blogger! Come see on my blog. :)

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  15. give us the embarrassing stories PULEEEEZ!!!! I could really use a laugh!

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  16. how about a letter to your unborn child? She'll love to read it some day and I'm sure we would find it interesting as well!

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  17. Please, no letters to the baby. Dooce copy cat much?
    Here is some real advice - go OUT and do everything you wanted to do in the Bay Area. I know you are tired, but go to some museums, 4th St in Berkeley or whatever is on your "want to visit" list that is drivable before the baby arrives.

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  18. A box of unpacked laundry? Sounds like you still have to clean up your act.

    Hope you really enjoy the new home!

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  19. How about some of your thoughts (and Ish's) about parenting before you actually have the baby in arms to parent? It's always interesting (and not even in a mean way, just interesting) to see if/how people's thoughts about how to raise a kid change from before to after.

    And your thoughts are always interesting.

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