It’s been so long [for me] since I last blogged. It’s been 6 weeks since I last published something here and considering I’ve been blogging at least twice a week for the past 5 years, going 6 weeks without doing anything has been weird and a little scary. Work has been really busy as well as most of our spare time in general these days, so by the time I get home I usually have zero cares left to work on anything.
Actually, truth be told, the reason I haven’t done much blogging is because anything I want to do around our apartment I can no longer do by myself. Which is a world of frustrating levels of bullshit. Yes, I realise I’m pregnant and I have to be careful, but I’m not someone who has ever had to wait for someone else to help me before jumping into a project [bar electrical stuff]. I’m not dainty and I don’t value my looks very much so in the past if something needed to be done, I’d get stuck in regardless of the physical harm that may come my way. I mean, when I swapped the two beds in our apartment, one of the beds [now in our bedroom] weighed, I shit you not, about 300lbs. Maybe even 400lbs. It’s solid wood and it needed to be turned on its side to be able to move it down the hallway. I did all of that solo. But now. Now that I’m with child. Oh sweet baby deity … Never have I been treated so much like a tiny injured bird and it makes me feel a spectrum of useless. I do realise I have to take it easy for the next few months, and I’m trying, but I really cannot wait until I am allowed to move something really heavy or do something by myself. It’s tough as when I get an idea I have to stop myself and say, “No, hold on. I have to wait for Robert to come home to move that for me.” So that’s partly why I haven’t been able to do much around our apartment, and subsequently, not been able to blog much.
It’s a big learning curve for me so I’m trying to get used to asking for help. As of this week I’ve had a burst of wanting to get things done so the mahogany mirror that’s been sitting in the corner of our bedroom for more than a year [as seen here] is finally up and hanging in our hallway! Special thanks to Dad DIYer and Robert who hung it up earlier this week [I wasn’t allowed to help as it’s very heavy]. I’ve also been taking some pictures for a very exciting feature coming up so I’ve bought a few new things I’ve been eyeing for a while. One of them being this brass candle holder from Article, a few peonies from Appassionata and some new bedding …
ME – “I want to look at new sheets for our room today.”
ROBERT – “We need new sheets? But we already have sheets and a duvet on the bed.“
ME – “We need new sheets. Sheet-sheets.”
ROBERT – *Total confusion*
We got new sheets in the end.
LOL at being treated like a "tiny injured bird". I remember being at work and treated like that. I had to remind people that I was pregnant, not broken. At home, not as much an issue. Also, super funny how women with their second child are never given a second look carrying their 2 stone (or heavier) child around while pregnant. But, with first… Don't carry that bag of groceries!! LMAO.
Good to see you on here!! I promise, the time and inclination to do projects and blog about them does come back!!
Hahah, that's exactly what I've been saying to people! "I'm not broken, you know … " And poor Robert, he's gone into protective overdrive. I think he's also a bit worried because he knows what I normally do.
And your point is so perfect! My SIL has a 2 year old (who was basically born a rugby player) and she's also 7 months pregnant, struggling with a toddler yet people jump to help her carry a dish. LOL it's so stupid and so true.
And fingers crossed for moar blogging! I'm feeling a bit more energetic about it now! xx
Oh I can imagine how frustrating that must be!! I do so much myself as well (I know everyone things Wayne does ALL THE THINGS in here but really, he doesn't lol) and I've been known to move furniture and all sorts when he's not around. Love the 'injured bird' analogy and Pat (above) makes such a good point about a pregnant mother holding a toddler – what gives?! Aww well take it easy and do what you can do! New sheets don't weigh much at least, eh? 😉 xxx
Are you familiar with that one scene in Beauty and the Beast where Beast is (I think being groomed) and he's completely out of his element, is peeved off and looks like he wants to die? That scene is how I feel asking for help for things I could previously do. Everything is through gritted teeth.
Fortunately, doing the dishes and emptying the litter tray have become far too heavy for me 😉 xx