Working for the man…

One of the things I love about Travis is how hard he works at whatever he does.

One of the things I love about Travis is how he has developed a bit of a neat freak nature in the past year or so (it is a welcome change from the bachelor pad habits of prior years), and he has a constant compulsion to clean or pick up anything laying around.

One of the things I don’t love so much is how he enjoys company while working and cleaning so hard.

Now that you have a little background, you will understand that the state of our new house has been driving Travis absolutely bonkers. He can’t stand the sight of a box or a stray utensil on the counter or a pair of shoes not in their rightful place in our newly installed shoe racks. As a result, he works hard throughout the day to unpack boxes (ones that I’ve given him permission to touch) and clean up around the house, then when I come home he wants to “help” me unpack my boxes. Last night’s endeavor was two fold – finish the kitchen boxes and start putting the nursery together. The kitchen was relatively simple, but the nursery was another story.

Travis considers it a defeat, but I think it’s a victory, that we only had to take apart and put the crib back together twice before we had it assembled correctly. To be truthful, we had it assembled correctly the first time, but we didn’t have it at the correct height for the crib skirt to fall delicately to the ground (it landed more in a clump with 6 extra inches). We are also having issues with furniture placement in there. Does the crib go at an angle or flat against the wall? The glider and ottoman appear to be presenting a problem because they take up so much room and have to be so far away from the wall in order to use the “glide” feature. We’ve moved the furniture all around the room, and at one point Travis suggested we put the changing table in the closet and change the baby there! We’ve finally managed to finesse everything in to the room, and now we’re just going to look at it for a couple days to see if it’s going to be functional as well as pleasing to the vision I’ve had in my head the past 8 months.

By 10:00 last night, you can imagine what my cankles looked like. I was miserable and told Travis I was going on strike for a day. Even Travis was overwhelmed by the cankle situation and took measurements of how humongous they were for a comparison to when I get my actual ankles back after the baby is born. When I talked to Travis today, he was at the old house cleaning and vaccuuming (which was supposed to be my chore for the evening), so it looks like I will get to put my feet up tonight, rest, and write some overdue thank-you notes.

Okay, enough complaining, and let’s talk about what’s going great. We love the new house, and still can’t believe it’s ours. The baby is growing well. I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday, and he was measuring right at 34 weeks. I had only gained 3 more pounds, and the doctor commented again on what good ab muscles I have (and how it’s hard for him to feel the specific parts of the baby because they’re so tight) – the man knows how to make you feel good when you have cankles and waddle around his office.


2 Responses

  1. I am sure the nursery will be perfect!!! We had a hard time trying to arrange everything too! Keep those feet up and relax during these next few weeks!

  2. jess– just found your blog and you are crackin’ me up!! love it! i’m reminded of what a good writer you are. (that skill came in very handy for me as your across the hall neighbor freshman year! a good writer makes a good proof-reader!!)

    sounds like you and travis are doing well! i’ll check back in soon and look forward to hearing news about this sweet baby on they way.

    and don’t worry about those cankles. your pretty ankles will be back as good as new before you know it!

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