2 days

In 2 days, I will be delivering my first child, a girl, by cesarean. Her name will be Sagan, named after the great Carl Sagan, a man that my husband and I find to be very inspiring.

Until I learned that she was breech, I planned to have a natural birth. By natural, I mean I wanted to do it the way billions of women for millions of years have done it; by gritting their teeth, screaming until they were hoarse, and pushing out a baby without the aid of painkillers. This isn’t because I’m some kind of superwoman, or because I have a high tolerance for pain, or because I am brave. Quite the opposite, actually. It’s because I am terrified of having an epidural. Seriously, I’ve been having all sorts of dreams about it. Not one of them has been pleasant. I have a very irrational fear that I will end up paralyzed. I know it’s irrational, but I can’t shake it. So I’ve been pacing Sagan’s room, cleaning things that are already cleaned, and self-medicating with Charleston Chew like it’s Brooklyn in the 50’s.

Today I wrote a post on the baby’s blog. Yes, we

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Nesting and Books

What have I been doing? Nesting. I’ve been cleaning, organizing, cleaning, sorting, cleaning, buying, and cleaning. Along with a fair amount of baking, which is a stress reliever for me, both the process and the products.

As I’ve mentioned before, my husband and I currently share a home with my parents. They were kind enough to allow us to weather out the recession in their home, so that we could keep our business alive and save for a house of our own rather than continue renting an overpriced apartment. Of course, none of the four of us thought we’d be bringing a baby into their home, but we’re all adjusting quite well to the idea.

While it can sometimes be stressful to live with your parents when you’re over 30, most of the time it’s great. Like when I realized that the most practical room to give my baby was the room I that grew up in. It had since been redecorated, repurposed into a guest room, but it’s still my old bedroom. It has the same view from the window, the same incredible sunniness, and the same tiny closet. Luckily it no longer has the awkward collages of puppies

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Big Summer Potluck Spreads

Back in August 2010 I attended the Big Summer Potluck. The event was mere days after I learned of my pregnancy. So soon, in fact, that I hadn’t yet told my family (aside from my husband) and the morning sickness wasn’t in full swing. Both of those things changed within a week.

The “morning” sickness lasted all day and night, and for basically the entire autumn I felt ill and weak. I actually lost weight in the beginning of my pregnancy (oh, how that has changed). My husband and I decided to be very frugal and thrifty, preferring to buy used baby things when we could, rather than register for a bunch of brand new stuff and have our friends and family spend a lot of money. So I spent my sickly autumn scouring craigslist and driving all over the Philadelphia area to purchase lightly used furniture and other baby goods. It’s nice to be thrifty, and it’s even nicer to save things from a landfill and help prevent new products from being produced. More about our baby thrifting to come in a future post.

So between the mad dash to gather all of our necessary baby supplies and

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Old Into New

My mother-in-law gave me a gift card to JoAnn, along with a coupon for 40% off an item. I decided it was the perfect opportunity to get some jewelry making supplies.

For years I’ve been collecting odds and ends that I’ve intended to make into necklaces, bracelets, hair clips, and such. Today I went through my jewelry box, and took out everything that had been saved for that purpose. I also took old jewelry that I don’t really wear anymore, so that I may turn that into new things as well.

I’ll need to get some more tools, and I certainly need some wire. Today, though, was a day of cleaning out, organizing, and taking apart. I broke down a lot of pieces into their individual parts, and next week I’ll set to the task of putting things together in new ways.

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More Felted Handbags

It’s Mother’s Day!

This bag is for my mother-in-law, Paula. She is hands-down the coolest lady you could ever have as an in-law. She is smart, hilarious, crafty, talented, creative, and her cooking blows mine out of the water.

I consider myself extremely lucky to have Paula as a part of my life.

This bag is for my mom, Kathie. She’s witty, intelligent, funny, caring, responsible, beautiful, and incredibly generous.

The button is special, because she’s married to a sailor.

This bag is for my sister. She’s not a mom, thankfully, she’s only 23. I could hang on to it for 6 weeks until her birthday, but If I see her before then I’ll probably just give it to her.

I’m very impatient, you see, when it comes to gift giving. I don’t think my husband and I have successfully waited for Christmas or a birthday once since we met 8 years ago. This past year we didn’t even wait until “Christmas Eve Eve” as we usually do. I think we gave our gifts to each other on December 7th.

I don’t know who this one is for. I might give my sister a choice as to which one she

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Another Look At Thrift

It wasn’t all fabric at the thrift store. I also picked up a number of wearable items, and the most expensive item was $2.00. Above are the “comfy pants” I purchased. They’re a mix of yoga pants, sweat pants, and pajama pants. Why so many pants designed for bumming around the house? Well, simply because I spend 6 days a week at home, and I like to be comfortable.

I also got some cute skirts.

Each of these shirts cost 25 cents!

And then there’s this. It’s a summer nightgown that certainly belonged to an old lady. It’s so light it’s almost sheer, and something about it just got me. I think it’s precious.

I love this bow.

I love these pockets. Now, what am I going to do with an old lady’s nightgown? Hopefully, I won’t ruin it attempting to turn it into a sundress. Because with 18 inches off of the bottom, a smaller waist, and maybe a belt? It’s going to be the cutest darn thing around. I really need to learn how to sew soon. My lofty projects are piling up.

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