Sarah Fain Has Starfish Envy

Twenty-Five Weeks!

I feel like all I do these days is complain about how tired I am... but that's only because I'M SO FLIPPIN' TIRED by the time I get home.

For most of the day, I'm actually quite happy and alert.

Lord knows, there's enough to keep me busy right now, and it's all good stuff.

Little Girl's crib came yesterday; last weekend I had a three-hour consult with a closet designer, who helped me figure out exactly what I need size and space-wise for the new closet in Little Girl's room; my new living room ottoman has been ordered and is on the way; the roman shades for Little Girl's room and my living room are in progress; my new nightstands arrived last weekend, along with my new downstairs couch and ottoman; I only have seven more boxes to unpack from the remodel; last weekend, I was lucky enough to spend three and a half hours with a professional organizer, who whipped my downstairs closet into shape.

There are about a million other life and baby-prep things going on.

And then there's work, which is all-consuming at the moment.

March is a lost month, in terms of baby-prep, as I'll literally be out of the country.  April will be super work-centered, too.  I'll be lucky to make time to take a birthing class.

And with all this going on... what's weighing on me more than anything else?

I am in SERIOUS need of a pedicure.

Up In The Air

Too tired to write anything that makes sense, so I'll just share my favorite in-the-sea-plane picture from last week...

Can't wait to go back!

A Very Busy Belly

Some days, Little Girl just kinda hangs out.  

She'll move every once in awhile, but no giant kicks.  No sommersaults.  Just relaxed, leisurely moves, like a cat stretching in the sun.   

And then there are days like today.

Days when it seriously feels like she's spending hours on end preparing for her final Olympic run at the pommel horse.  (The pommel horse being my bladder.)

Don't babies take naps in utero?  I swear, she has been moving around ALL DAY.  Either she's a restless sleeper, or she's not sleeping in there.

And it's not like I've had a bunch of (or any) caffeine, or a boat load of sugar.  My blood pressure's normal.  I haven't done any crazy exercises that might cause her to have a burst of the flip-flops.

It's been just another day.

Oh.

I did have half a pancake with my breakfast this morning.  With syrup.  So maybe there is a sugar-high happening.

Although that wouldn't last the ENTIRE DAY.

Because seriously.  I mean ALL DAY.

As I type, she's punching the back of my belly button.

If this keeps up, by morning I'll have an outie.

 

Twenty-Four Weeks... And Counting

Yet another long day.

Lots of climbing stairs (are there no elevators in old buildings in Canada?) and walking around... and flying!

Did I mention the flying?

I flew in my first (and second) tiny sea plane(s) today, saw the gorgeous city of Victoria for the first time, toured castles and government buildings... and managed to stay mostly upright.  Yay, me!

Most exciting news of the day, however, is that I am now twenty-four weeks pregnant!

Which, in addtion to meaning that I have only sixteen weeks to go (scary!), means that Little Girl is considered to be "viable."  Basically, if (God forbid) she were born tomorrow, she could probably survive (with a whole lot of intervention).

Of course, I'd like her to stay in my belly for as long as she needs to to arrive healthy and happy...

And if she manages to stay in there long enough to let WP and me get this pilot finished... well, that would be great, too.

Lullaby... And Goodnight...

It is 8:30 p.m.

And I am going to bed.

I have brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on my pajamas, taken my vitamins, and applied my Breathe Right strip (ah, pregnancy).

That is that.

Day over.

Not that it was a bad day-- it was, in fact, an excellent, productive day full of inteviews in the morning (very promising), and location scouting in the afternoon (very promising).

But pregnant me just gets tired-er, faster.

So to bed I go.

Oh, wait.

After I watch just one more casting tape...

I'm Back!

In Vancouver, that is.  

WP and I are here (with our amazing director) to scout locations for our pilot, and interview production designers and costume designers.

We start shooting in a little over a month, so there's a TON to do and, as always with pilots, no time to do it.

But isn't that what makes it fun?

I'm really thrilled to be here.  Vancouver stole my heart last winter, and I'm so happy to have an opportunity to return.

And now it's time for this pregnant lady to go to bed.

Tomorrow's going to be a loooong day. 

Nursery In Progress

This picture does it no justice.  

The color is absolutely perfect-- much lighter and more luscious than it looks here.

And the rug won't be jammed up against the wall like that-- it's just there until I can get the bottom of the door shaved off a bit.

Soon there will be roman shades on the windows in an off-white and purple stripe that matches the paint.

My glider and ottoman are on the way.

And I just ordered the crib!

Haven't totally settled on a changing table yet, but it's all coming together.

Little Girl is going to be sleeping in style. 

Starting Early

I was going to post pictures of the nursery-in-progress today.

But then I got a VERY special gift from a Canadian friend and fellow Canucks fan...

Even the feet are adorable...

This may have to be her coming-home-from-the-hospital outfit.

In Which I Make You Feel Like A Sloth

Why?  

Because, I'd bet just about anything that you didn't accomplished nearly as much as was accomplished around my house this weekend.

Did you clear out a whole room and get it painted the most perfect shade of pale purple?

Did you roll out the most adorable pink rug on the planet in the room that's the perfect shade of pale purple?

Did you unpack at least ten boxes of books and clothes and house stuff?

Did you organize your china cabinet?

Did you hang a brand new mailbox?

Did you mount a hose caddy on your patio wall?

Did you move furniture from one room to the next?

Did you (for the second time in as many weeks) totally reorganize your garage?

Did you take yet another load of stuff to Goodwill?

Did you clean and reorganize your front patio?

Did you unload five boxes of books into your downstairs bookshelves?

Did you take a load of old paint and electronics and batteries and lightbulbs to the household waste recycling place?

No?

See?  Don't you feel like a sloth?

Well... me too.

Because of all the things listed above, I only did about two.

My parents did the rest.

Which makes them about the coolest, most wonderful, most helpful parents in the entire universe.

I Asked For It...

Well, I said I wanted more belly, and I got it!

Yesterday WP and I played hookie from the office for ten minutes to take a walk around the block, and as we were walking, I could see her oh so casually checking me out in the belly region.

"You definitely look pregnant!" she said, grinning.

And she was right.  Just in the last few days, even the baggiest of clothes don't hide the bump, which is starting to be more of an emphatic BUMP!

It's quite exciting, I must say.

Especially because Little Girl is moving around more and more.  Sometimes I feel her punching at my bladder, other times kicking about just above my belly button.

According to Baby Center, she weighs almost a pound now, and is approximately the size of a spaghetti squash.

Which is pretty darn big.

And getting bigger every day...

Finally!