Perpetual State of Flux |
After nearly 35 years into this life, I'm determined to change my point of view. Of course, this might be the direct result of these pregnancy hormones. These are the stories and observations of a recovering cynic. Just remember, I never said I was cured. |
Our little guy is due to arrive almost to the day of the fifth anniversary of our move to New York and while we left Manhattan for Brooklyn last year, this is the longest either of us has been in one place since college. When we moved to Brooklyn last summer, it was also the first time since college that we allowed ourselves to purchase a piece of furniture that arrived via a furniture delivery company and didn’t require an allen wrench to assemble.
In light of my husband’s *ahem* conservative spending habits, our approach to home decorating has been piecemeal. To date, all we’ve really purchased has been a new sofa and two large rugs. We are still “making do” with a really awful entertainment center from Target. Our tiny center island in the kitchen needs to be replaced by a real kitchen table where we can soon eat dinner as a family instead of continuing to crumb up our new sofa! I can’t even begin to discuss the horror that is our bedroom suite.
Of course, I’ve been absolutely dying to scrap it all and redecorate the whole place from top to bottom but have, up until now, put these desires aside. That is until it comes to decorating the baby’s room. This baby is going to have the best room in the house by far. Which is absolutely silly when you consider the fact that not only will the design aesthetic be completely lost on a newborn baby but also in light of the fact that we might now stay in this apartment for more than one more year (of course, everything but the paint on the walls would move on to the next place).
I’ve been reading a handful of blogs written by women expecting their first babies and I’ve noticed that this nursery obsession seems to be a common theme. For me, it’s a way to channel all the excitement I have about my new little guy into something I can actually pick out, assemble and put it all together.
The boxes are slowly starting to arrive. We still need to clear the elliptical and office furniture out of the space and get the paint on the walls - of course, I want all that done yesterday and have spent more than a few afternoons trying to determine whether or not I could move the 10,000lb elliptical out of the room on my own (to date, I haven’t been stupid enough to actually try it).
What really thrills me the most, outside of starting our family, is that in some odd way this is really the first time that we’ve really started to put down roots. I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t been caught up in the materialism of it all (this zebra isn’t going to change her stripes) but at the end of the day my interest in creating this amazing room all comes from a need to create the perfect beginning for this little guy - even if I’m the only one that notices through barely open eyes during all those late night feedings.
