Carole Calls This "Hard Core Nesting"

I call it paying someone else to do a job better than you would ever be able to do in your life. And, of course, still criticizing every aspect of the finished product. After all, this is America, and I can be annoyed at the lack of caulk on my tiles if I want to.

So, yeah, our friend Carole calls it hard core nesting when you have to hire a contractor. And spend thousands of dollars. You see, we are not just talking about the piddly re-organizing stuff. Oooh, no, that will come later. Right now, I am doing my best to ignore the dirty floors that I am not allowed to vacuum because, hey, the baby is still two months away, right? Except that everyone who sees me seems to think I am about ready to pop any second now. Which would not be cool.

On to the photos of our new house (old house, actually, with new floors and an island)! First, the pre-remodel, torn to shit, photos:

There it is, the old wall that was ripped out! I'll only provide you with this one photo because I just can't bear to relive that week in pictures right now... it might have been the most exhausting, emotionally challenging week in this entire pregnancy. Remodeling is not for the weak, people.

Buster has been very cuddly lately. Who's my cuddlebug? Buster's my cuddlebug. Note the shiny new floors. He has sort of figured out how to run on them. He now seems to have two styles of running in the house: gingerly, and bat-out-of-hell with excellent potential to knock things over or bean his brains out on something hard. Claws don't work on laminate, my dear.Behold the island. And see how shiny the floor is in this photo! So lovely. Oh, and note the new frigo in the back there... French doors and a freezer on the bottom, it is my friend.

I'll have you know I don't usually look like this much of a slob... these photos were taken at night and really, when you are this pregnant, there are no clothes that feel good to wear. So you are lucky I wear them at all.

And here you can sort of see all the stuff we have put back in the house... almost normal, now! Tony has been a champ, hanging photos and shelves, moving furniture, running with the dog, sweeping, unloading the dishwasher... all those things that this increasingly large belly make it inadvisable for me to do. I am getting so big, I have to wear stop-gaps with some of my maternity shirts. That's right, maternity shirts are too short, so I wear a belly band to cover up the bare skin. Crazy! I never thought I could be this huge! We are slowly starting to collect more baby stuff, though we are nowhere near ready for this kidlet to be born. Sometime next week we might start working on a baby room, though, and I will faithfully keep the internet updated.