Week 20!

Over half-way there! If I thought I would go full-term, this would be the half-way point. The doc says twins usually go around 37 weeks and sometimes as early as 34, though. Holy crisis. We have a lot to do in the next 14 weeks.

Did you notice my new shirt? I wish I had taken pics before I got it wrinkled at church in our 92 degree heat. My very clever and kind Aunt sewed me 2 new shirts. They are incredibly comfortable and feminine. I wish the pics did it justice. Thanks Auntie!

I am horrified to report that Luke told me I now "waddle". I knew there was something funny about my stride while using treadmills. I have also confirmed that I am carrying lower because Spinning now involves my thighs hitting my belly on every stroke. Never fear, it's gentle, and the kiddos are always asleep during class. I think they like it. :)

It's always party time, these days. Baby B parties all day, and Baby A parties all night. And Baby A does not like it when I switch sleeping sides mid-dance.

Tomorrow is another OB appointment. I'm not sure it is anything more than a regular check-up. Of course, I will report here if there is any news!

Unicorns and Three-Headed Monsters

Creatures of fantasy? No. Hairstyles, a la Lucas.

While away on our house-hunting adventure, Luke was reminded of how long it takes me to get ready. Let me set the record straight by saying that nothing of great merit really happens when I'm getting ready. Blow-drying or actually styling my hair is a rarity and I don't wear a lot of makeup. I'm just slow, and I use that time to do a lot of my thinking. Anyway, in Hawaii I was usually up and gone before Luke was awake, and here in Alabama its the opposite, so his memory had lapsed.

(On a side note, it does seem strange to me that a man who does not eat ALL day long until dinner would be in such a rush to go to breakfast that an hour to get ready was too long for his wife. I even did my hair.)

Over breakfast one morning, I gently started preparing Lucas for what was to come. Three girls in the house, and he's going to have to wait for them all. I even suggested that he might learn to do the girls hair to speed up the process. You know, pigtails and pony tails, etc. This is when Luke interjected with "I'm going to make unicorns and three-headed monsters."

Oh dear.

Bank-Owned

That would be us, not the house. Our arses are owned by the bank. Finally, after 10 years of doling out cash to live in someone else's place, we will have a home to call our own. (Has anyone else done the math on that? It's disturbing.)

Our house hunting trip was a major success. Luke and I went armed and ready with pre-qualifications, pre-approvals, quotes, and Excel spreadsheets to make everything happen in a 4 day weekend. Seven hours after arriving, we began our day with LL Cool J (my nickname for our realtor, who looked very much like Dennis Hopper). We looked at over 28 houses before 3 pm, then went back and looked again at our top 3. By the next afternoon we had put in an offer, less than 24 hours after that we were done squabbling with the seller, and 4 hours before we were set to leave we signed our lives away at the bank.

We are set to close on July 1! Luke will still be finishing up some schooling through the end of the month, so I will be making the journey up there to take possession of the house, armed with my special POA. I'm going to have to start squeezing a tennis ball to strengthen my wrist, because with a POA, for every time I would normally sign, I will have to instead sign 3 times because Luke isn't there (his name once with my name underneath on his line, then my name again on my line). If anyone is interested in a road trip, let me know. I need a driving buddy! (Compensation for your return trip will be awarded. Ha.)

Without further ado, here are some pics. The house is on a cul-de-sac in the furthest development from the city, facing west onto rolling hills and farmland. I don't have pictures to do the view justice, so you'll just have to trust me. It makes for great sunset viewing and watching out for imminent weather. There is a massive 3 car garage on the left with a mudroom entrance into the house. The real hardwood (wow) leads straight into the great room with a sweet stone fireplace and natural gas log (major wow). On the right side of the house is the kitchen/eat-in dining room (walks out to the deck), as well as the spare bedrooms and bathroom. The bedroom with the arched window (and a serious walk-in closet) will be the girls' room. On the left side is the master suite. Vaulted (or cathedral?) ceilings in the great room, master, and girls' room. The entire basement is the same size as the top floor (only 1/4 of the basement is pictured below!), with walkout to the patio. It is unfinished for now... One of the best perks is its proximity to my dear friend MF and her family. Click on the pictures for a larger view.





Note: Am I bragging? Uh, yeah! That and I'm just so very excited that I'm overly chatty about it. This is a dream come true and we've waited a long time to make this happen.

Week 19! Belated.

We're baaaaaaaaaaack! And Week 19 came and went while we were in Kansas. (And where could I possibly be standing at?) Lots of changes are happening, though not many are so visible.

On the down side, my feet/ankles/calves were seriously swollen nearly the entire trip. At one point my left foot was swollen so much that I couldn't feel my toes... It was like there were 5 little foreign objects hanging out on my body. I've always had circulation problems, but I'm concerned that this might be an indicator of bed-rest down the line.

On the up side, I am feeling the girls move around a lot more. And, yes, I can tell which side the movement originates from. So far, Baby B seems to have more power, and Baby A has more rhythm. I can't explain how satisfying and reassuring this is. Luke asks me why I hold my belly so much. This is why.

After our flight on Friday evening, I woke up Saturday and noticed how different my belly looked. It appears that I am carrying lower after subjecting the girls to changes in altitude and air pressure. I wonder if they have dropped out of their hanging-bat positions into fetal positions? Also, my "innie" has slowly been progressing to an "outie". On Saturday evening after a long day of house hunting, everything was so swollen and tight that I could literally feel my navel popping out! It was crazy! So, now that things have settled down, I kind of have a half-and-half situation going on.

Another not-so-visible-change happened to our pocket books!!!!! Stay tuned...

House Hunters

Who could leave this sweet face? I can't, but I must!

We are off tomorrow for a long-awaited house hunting trip! I probably will not have the chance to post again until next Wednesday, my friends. Luke is taking his computer, though, so you never know.

Hopefully all of our HGTV time pays off. We are so excited to have our first very own house to make a home out of.

I honestly think that the hardest part of this whole trip will be leaving Lucy. We've prepared ourselves and done all of our research for the purchasing process, but how can I prepare my fearful, psychotic child for almost 5 days without her parents?

Pray for us and for Lucy!

Playing Dress-Up

Tonight we attended a ball celebrating the near-end of Luke's Aviation Career Course. The highlights of the night were my handsome, accomplished husband and my Shirley Temple. I am very tired, my belly is as hard as a rock, and my words are few... for a change.

Velcro Sneaks

Or hook-and-loop-fastener sneakers, to be non-brand specific. (You learn these things when you've worked as a diaper designer/engineer. And you get pretty dang sick of saying and typing "hook-and-loop fastener" over and over and over.)

I've been thinking about them a lot. How money would it be to not have to tie my gym shoes every day? It's becoming a real chore. I have increasingly less access to my feet as time goes on, whether from a standing, seated or squat position. Sometimes I find that I've been holding my breath the whole time I've been tying my shoes. Maybe because I'm wondering if I can accomplish the task? Or maybe just because my belly is pinching off my lungs. (I am always thrilled when it's a Spinning day and I can just slip on my cycling shoes and pull two Velcro tabs to be done.)

I'm not thinking of going geriatric style or anything. I'm thinking back to the first pair of shoes my parents let me pick out for myself. I'm not sure if my memory is accurate, or just painted by stories from my parents, but they were a dark navy with orange and yellow side panels. My parents hated them, I loved them. I was a trendsetter even then.

Laces are over-rated people. Once you've been tying bunny loops for 20 some years, you don't need to prove yourself any longer. Plus, the sound of hook-and-loop is so satisfying.

Twin Turbo

So, in my family, ice cream is a religion. I think my grandfather has had a bowl of ice cream before bed every night of his life. All of my family members can put away mass quantities of the creamy delight. They used to tease me for how slowly I savored each bite... and then licked the bowl. (I still do this when no one is looking.) The college I attended was the only campus to have a Ben & Jerry's right inside the student union. I lived across from it for 2 years. I hit up Free Cone Day every year for more than one free cone, and I often (um, multiple times per week) substituted a pint of the stuff for my dinner. (Sorry, Mom, you taught me better.)

Okay, I have a love affair with ice cream. You get it. To my point...

A good friend of mine makes homemade ice-cream. The first batch he shared with anyone was given to a pregnant friend. Of course, I had to get in his good graces to ensure that I was a recipient. So, what did I do? Well, first, I intentionally lose to him in his poker games. And, second, I got knocked up, of course! :) I kid. I kid. But, the thought of getting a custom flavor made and named for me was definitely a cherry on top of my baby sundae.

Today, my customized flavor was bestowed upon me. A delicious blend of whole milk, cream, coffee and chocolate covered espresso beans. Hence, the name "Twin Turbo", to get the twins turning. Oh, sweet deliciousness.

Much thanks to my personal ice cream man. Now you need your own cool theme music.

Week 18! (Second Edition)

Here we are again, at Week 18 (plus 2 days)! You can see that I'm sporting the famed Pickles & Ice Cream shirt. Luke and I agreed that the shirt I wore to church might be a bit deceiving, so I made the switch. When I outgrow it, in the near future, this shirt may be making its way to San Francisco. ;)

Can you tell I've only gotten 6 hours of sleep, collectively, over the past 2 nights? Geez. (It also doesn't help that it's ANOTHER dreary, humid Sunday). I had been doing so well the week before with staying asleep, and now we're back to heat-induced insomnia. It's hot in here! And by "in here", I mean in me. I also find that standing for any length of time makes my feet feel like I've been running barefoot on concrete. I guess that's what the extra LBs do to you.

Other than that, it was a slow week for us, pregnancy-wise. After last week's swelling debacle, I've laid off the salt. And, the growth spurt that had been rocking my world the past 2 weeks seems to have subsided for a while. (I was getting fairly concerned after multiplying my growth rate by the number of weeks I had left to go.) However, if the kiddos are supposed to each make it to the size of canteloupes by week 20, I expect big things to happen again soon.

On Friday morning, I noticed my belly getting very hard and soft in rhythmic waves. I thought maybe the kids were doing some syncronized swimming or something. It was weird, but not uncomfortable. I didn't think much of it until mentioning it to a friend who thought those were signs of Braxton-Hicks contractions (or "practice" contractions, for my non-prego-lingo readers). This is not yet confirmed by the doc, but I researched the symptoms and everything seems to fit. I actually think I've been woken up by them a couple times prior. Don't worry, they are safe to have, but I hope mine don't become painful as many women's do.

Well, Luke and I have a really big week ahead of us! More on that in the posts to come.

Dolly Dearest

Another confession. I don't like dolls. They don't scare me (unless multitudes of them are arranged in a display somewhere, or, horrors, there is an entire room dedicated to them). I just don't appreciate them.

I did have a couple of porcelain dolls growing up that I was attached to because my mom gave them to me (and I am a sentimental hoarder). And I liked Barbies because I could collect them, organize them, count them, arrange houses for them, etc. In retrospect, I wasn't incredibly girly, though I wasn't a tomboy either. What the heck was I, anyway?

When I was in a situation where I was expected to "play" dolls, it made me anxious because I didn't know how. I distinctly remember feeling sick and uncomfortable a few times. I seriously let my little bro down each time he wanted to play GI Joes or Legos or the like. He wanted to "play" and I just wanted to go through the process of setting up, building, and arranging. This seems strange to me now, because I really enjoy acting and doing other things in which I take on a character. It's just when I have to transfer that character onto an inanimate object that I seem to run into problems.

So, what if my two little ladies are into dallying with dollies? I'm certainly not going to encourage it. I may even hide them if someone gives them to the girls. But, if they themseleves decide they are interested, I will relent. I won't be able to teach them how to play with them, however. Maybe Luke can step in? Hahahaha. On the up side, I can help them organize, arrange and build awesome play-houses stocked with re-purposed items for their little friends.

Down with dollies! Or, maybe, I'll just have to be "down" with the dollies.

Anal-Retention

I am anal-retentive. Unfortunately, I never realized how vulgar this phrase was until I said it to my seventh graders. (After which I explained the concept to them and offered up some half-hearted, please-parents-don't-call-me apologies). It is, however, an accurate description of how I expect myself and others to do things.

Last Friday, after I lost all of my poker chips, I got into a conversation with some fellow chip-losers about our bad habits and bad traits. Psychology, Freud especially, has a lot to say about them and how they dictate our personalities.

After sharing some of my knowledge from my personality and abnormal psychology classes, it was suggested that I use this for a blog topic. Before I post the blog, however, I thought it would be infinitely more entertaining to encourage reader participation through a new poll.

So, declare yourself! Admit to your most crippling and detrimental habits and then check back next week for a little psycho-analysis. Keep in mind, these aren't necessarily the things that are most prevalent in your life now, because we all have a sense of self-control. These are the things that would keep you from being a well-adjusted human if you DID NOT have any self-control.

Confession

I don't know how to use a dishwasher. Or a garbage disposal. And, yeah, I am an engineer.

I mean, I do the best I can now that I have them... but I never had either of them before I got married. I'm pretty good at organizing things in the dishwasher, but when it started behaving badly last week, I was really at a loss. Luke mentioned I should buy some special liquid stuff to put in the little circle thingy. What? I didn't know that little circle thingy had a purpose! Lo and behold, I found special liquid stuff at the commissary and I do hope it makes up for the general crappy-ness of the dishwasher. Oh, and I find it very confusing that I need to put soap in a little door and shut it, just to have that little door open as soon as I run the wash cycle. What is the point? I feel that the contraption has some inherent design flaws.

In another conversation, which happened embarrassingly recently, I asked Luke a very important question. Where does the stuff go that gets ground up by the garbage disposal? I honestly thought that (a) it got piped to some mysterious trash can or (b) it was stored in the disposal itself until it got full and needed to be emptied. I got a good laughing at from both my mom and Luke.

I am really good at using the toaster.

Week 17! Again! Plus 2 days!

Okay, so the doc really messed me up with this whole setting me back a couple weeks thing. Yes, you've already seen me at 17 weeks, and here I am again at 17 weeks + 2 days. I can now add "time traveler" to my skill set. (I am still very convinced that I'm actually 19 weeks.) Anyway, I've decided just to stick with the Sunday belly pictures. Otherwise you'll be seeing me on Fridays in gym clothes, rather than my church clothes.

So, Happy Mother's Day to me! I got something very, very awesome from Luke, but it is back- ordered for a few more weeks, so you'll have to wait to see.

Aside from learning I am an estrogen factory on Monday, I also learned that I have put on almost 15 pounds, and 10 inches around my waist. Take that, all you player-haters who think I don't look prego! Also, our church handed out free ice cream coupons to the local scoop shop to all moms this morning, and I was handed one without even knowing what was happening. I took that as proof that I'm looking more prego, but Luke says they were handing them out to all females of child-bearing age. Grrr. Or, it might just be that I ate way too much salt at Friday poker night and I've been paying with overall swollen-ness ever since. (You can see all of the Ruffles and Doritos in my face. To boot, we lost $30 of our daughters' wedding funds too. Doh.)

I set a record this week, getting up 7 times one night to use the restroom. I calculated that I only slept for 2 hours that night. I've also begun to notice my sense of smell become more and more acute. I admit that I've always had ill will toward people who show up to the gym doused in cologne or body spray (causing everyone but themselves to smell their every movement and rendering all oxygen toxic and painful to breathe). But, on Tuesday when a girl jumped on the elliptical next to me, I could pick out the smell of her overtly floral body lotion, deodorant, shampoo, and Tide detergent. I spent an hour imagining what it would be like to give over to my hormones and tell her to take her chemical smells elsewhere. I settled for dirty looks and a bloody nose. Yes, my nose bleeds now from time to time when it gets sensitized.

My Mom Is Cooler Than Yours

At least I think so.

My mom is cooler than Martha Stewart. Growing up my room was a treasure trove of things she had made for me. My closet was full of beautiful dresses she made for me. Our home was full of curtains, recovered furniture, and show pieces she had made. Unlike Martha, she actually does all of the legwork and design work to make the things she does.

My mom is cooler than Paula Deen. She can bake and cook better than anyone I know. She tries to play off my kitchen tragedies with her own story about a loaf of bread that took 6 loaves in the dumpster to create... but I have my doubts. Everything she makes is delicious in its own right, even the Brussels sprouts she forced us to eat once a year.

My mom is cooler than Dr. Phil. She tells people how it is without a bunch of fancy talk.

My mom is cooler than Suze Orman. She taught me how to make money go a long way, how to save, and how to never rely on credit. She showed my brother and I how to use our creativity and imaginations to have fun when money couldn't buy what everyone else had. Thanks to her, I've always been debt free.

My mom is cooler than any fashionista. When I was awkward and couldn't wear anything "normal" girls wore, she taught me how to wear clothes and not let them wear me. I learned how to purchase things that made me look good, and do it on a budget. Oh, and she taught me how to properly dis beauty pageant contestants.

My mom is cooler than Bob Villa. She is a real do-it-yourself kinda gal. And she can use a miter box like it's her job. She can come up with a fix for just about any problem.

My mom is cooler than any physical fitness buff. She can probably out-run you and me on any given day. And, when presented with the opportunity, she will still do cartwheels and round-offs with a running start. She makes time for her health every day.

My mom is cooler than me, but I'm okay with that. I can handle the #2 spot. :)

Happy Mother's Day to you, Mom! And to all of the very cool moms I am blessed to know.

(Oh, and my mom is too cool for the camera. She wouldn't want me posting a pic here.)

Phenotypes

Or, what will the girls look like?

Luke and I had already done our Punnett squares, prior to the ultrasound, and its fairly certain that our children will have brown eyes and brown hair.

Though, until I discovered my nose on Baby A in the sonograms, I hadn't given looks much thought. However, I'm fairly certain that since these kiddos are both females, Luke doesn't have much of a shot at contributing to the girls' facial features. You see, I am the spitting image of my mother and my grandmother. I have literally gone to dinner (sans my mother) and been told by the waitress that I looked like a girl she had gone to school with 25 years before (and yes, it was my mom she was talking about). Growing up, I would show up as a stranger to various functions and people knew whose grand-daughter I must be. I wish I had a picture of the 3 of us to share!

As a running joke in my family, I keep a list of "genetic transmissions I could have done without". On the whole, both Luke and I received some pretty sweet genes, though. I do hope that the girls get Luke's skin and teeth. I'll have to talk to Luke's family more to find out what physical features dominate the generations.

I can tell you one thing is certain, both girls will be stubborn and strong-willed, just like their parents.

Ultrasound Pics (Not Yet Rated)

(Five toes!)

After some scanner issues, I'm proud to finally present my girls! (This is weird and totally cool to say.) Warning, these pics may not be suitable for young audiences. (I would not even post them except for some other interesting stuff in the pictures).

The ultrasound lasted close to an hour and over 50 images were captured. There were some amazing shots of the heart chambers, and the 2 girls together. At one point, Baby B seemed to be facing the "camera" with her head resting on her hands. You could see all of her skull features. So awesome! Unfortunately, I really had to use the bathroom after downing about 50 oz of fluid beforehand, so my focus was lost. I wish I had been more specific about the images I wanted printed. Anyway, on to the pics!

So, here we have the girls together. You can clearly see the outline of Baby B's face and the heart (dark area). I'm pretty sure that's my nose, seriously. The top of Baby A's head is that large white area in the center. (Not exactly sure what the alien looking bit on the right is.) As I mentioned before, both of their heads are oriented down, and they are laying side by side. Baby B is hanging upside-down on my right side, and Baby A on my left. Both of the girls are approximately 6 oz, or the size/weight of an individual yogurt.


Here are the images used to capture the heartrates. Baby A (left) had a heart rate of 153bpm. If you open up the image you can see every single vertebrae! SO incredible. Baby B (right) had a heart rate of 142 bpm. There isn't much to see here, except for the heart cavity. Both heartrates had dropped quite a bit (normal) from 170bpm at the last ultrasound.


Now, I'm sure these pictures will get me in trouble some day. Like those embarassing bathtub pictures, except I've made them searchable to the entire universe. Yup, these are definitely girls. The radiologist was even nice enough to give us arrows in case we weren't up on our anatomy. (Were the arrows really necessary?) Anyway, the cool thing about these pics is that you can see the membrane that separates the 2 girls. Since there appears to be only a single membrane, and not 2 fused together, these are likely identical twins. (Holy crisis. To be discussed in many future posts.) The doc could also only find one placenta which is another indicator. I wish I knew what that looked like so I could point it out.

It's a...

Girl!

And another girl!

Poor Luke. He is very disappointed. We are starting a college/wedding/ammo/feminine product fund for him. I don't think he realizes yet that he has really scored big here, because he will have 2 daddy's girls.

In any case, the ultrasound was awesome. We saw the 4 heart chambers working their magic, every little vertebrae, the cerebellum, stomach and all sorts of other internal organs. The girls were both head down and already kicking and poking at each other. Baby B was having a dance party while Baby A seemed a bit more mellow, but both were turning and whirling. Overall, the doc says everything looks great!

Also, they did bump my due date back to October 12, putting me at 16 weeks and 3 days again. Darn! I promise you, this does not correlate to my lunar tracking in my iPhone, and it is never wrong.

In other news, there appears to be only 1 placenta and 1 shared membrane separating the 2 girls, which would indicate 1 egg having split (or identical twins). It's possible that there are 2 eggs whose membranes have fused (fraternal twins), but we won't know for sure until after they are born.

Ultrasound pics to follow in the days ahead...

Week 18!

Here we go! A storm brewed up just in time for pictures, so this installment's pictures feature a lovely blank wall in our house and bad lighting.

According to Luke's research, the babies are the size of sweet potatoes. My daily prego calendar said the kids were as long as dinner forks. I don't know how I feel about the fork reference.

Anyway, this week I started experiencing lots of the symptoms of pregnancy that I thought had passed me by. Darn!

First, prego brain. For several days I was wondering why the fresh eggs I purchased looked so funny on top of the ice cube trays. Then I figured out they were not supposed to be in the freezer. Oh man! My absent-mindedness is also causing me to take extra long to get ready and get out the door without making multiple trips inside for things I've forgotten. Luke has started anticipating this and filling my water bottle for me, and setting things together that I'll need when I leave the house. (If possible, I love him more for it.)

Second, hunger. Thursday I woke up in the middle of the night starving. By the end of the day, I had eaten at least one of everything in the house and had to start repeating! Most people assume I must be extremely hungry all of the time, but eating has been really hard for me so far.

Third, sleep loss. My body seems to be retaliating against the concept of sleeping for several hours at a time. My night time trips to the restroom have increased from 2 to 5 this week, plus another trip to the refrigerator for food. And, I can literally feel my pulse in every part of my body when I lay down. It rings in my ears and makes my stomach and legs pound. Not cool.

Fourth, hotness. No, I definitely am not feeling very sexy, but I think my internal temperature has put me on par with a space heater. I usually am the first person to get chilled. Now I'm the first person to locate the A/C vents wherever I go and plant myself accordingly.

And, finally, I'm beginning to lose sight of various body parts. When I look down, my ankles aren't there. It's like magic. My hip bones, which used to jut out, are lost. Only the top of my ab muscles remain visible.

Tomorrow is a BIG day! The next entry will reveal the sexes of the twinkies, so long as they aren't feeling shy. To help ensure success, my former sponsor will be stepping in to give the kiddos a jolt... all in the name of medicine, of course.

Showered

Today I attended my own shower in honor of the twins!

It was kind of strange to have a party thrown for me and to be the center of attention... but I got over it. There was a delicious brunch spread which included homemade cupcakes decorated with "2 peas in a pod". We played tasteful shower games, including a memorization game, which was completely unfair to everyone else (except Erin... my detail-oriented nemesis), and the prizes were candies packaged in twos. It was discovered, to everyone's distress, that Twinkies are no longer packaged in twos. A dear far-off friend was able to join us via webcam. Three of us wore the same color. And the piece de resistance was the most beautifully crafted diaper cake I have ever seen (and those Hawaiians loved their diaper cakes).

Overall, it was the best time, surrounded by best friends, even if the attention does make me nervous. I've included some pics of the loot my friends so generously bestowed upon the kiddos. We scored some seriously cool stuff including: glass bottles, storage, warmers and cleaning gear; a sweet Cooshie changer; a Bumbo chair and sunvisor (not pictured); a Boppy lounger; swaddling apparati; natural rubber pacifiers; a Boon storage frog and faucet protector for bathtime; awesome bibs and eating mats; and much more.

Crafty Color Study

I have a very special event to attend tomorrow.

I've got a dress in my closet waiting, which was acquired through my network of formerly-prego friends, but I really needed something "me" to wear with it.

Now, I tend to be more of an idea girl when it comes to crafts (I would approximate about 2% get executed), but I had the time, inspiration and supplies ready to make this necklace and earrings happen today.

Various beads in the blue and green families have been collected in my travels. Some turquoise and jade in Hawaii. Lime squares I got for a steal. Some Swarovski from Omaha and Michigan. A few seafoam crystals from a bracelet my mom "retired".

You'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the full effect, but you can get an idea of the sorts of colors I am thinking of using in the nursery!

I really do aspire to convert more of my ideas into actuality in the near future. I've got my mom's sense of design and spatial organization, and my engineer's sense of process development, but a nasty case of perfectionism that weighs me down.