|Welcome home, baby.|
We must be crazy.
But this isn't our first trip to the renovation rodeo. My husband and I joke that HGTV is going to approach us about starring in a new spin-off of "Property Brothers" (you know, those freaky-looking twin brothers who love tearing apart houses) called "Property Spouses." Because frankly, we're serial renovators. This reno is our 3rd major project in 5 years, and our second in this home. Last year, we tore apart the rest of this old house, essentially gutting it and relocating the kitchen from the 1st floor (read: basement) to the 2nd floor. We didn't touch the 3rd floor, reasoning that it met our needs just fine... that is, until we were expecting baby #2 and suddenly realized we needed more space and privacy.
So that's why all of our dressers are now lined up in our living room and my husband, daughter, and I have been sleeping in the basement for the past 2 weeks. Why this 30-week pregnant mama spent part of last night sleeping with a restless toddler on a twin mattress on the floor. And why I now talk on the phone with my contractor more than I talk to my husband.
Umm... did I mention that we're f-in CRAZY?
But I've decided that I'm just that serious about becoming the very best nester I can be. And I've been training for this--all those other projects were mental and physical preparation for this ultimate event. So on the final day of our renovation, I will stand up there on the podium and collect my trophies of recessed lights, reclaimed floor boards, and dual-flush Toto toilets. Because on that day, I'm proclaiming myself
*unless the renovation isn't finished when baby arrives, in which case I'm just a big LOSER.