Mama down.

I. Am. Sick.

I haven't been this sick in years, probably. Luckily Drew and I are still at my parents while Rob oversees the remodel in Austin, so I have extra hands to help.

I am about to head to the doc to rule out the flu (I did get a flu shot), because that can be really bad for pregnant people. I just hope whatever this is can be fixed by meds-- I don't have the energy to let it run it's course!

Concrete Jungle

Hello from NYC! I am currently sitting in a coffee shop in Times Square enjoying a latte and a chocolate croissant after a stroll through Central Park and down 5th Ave. It's been a pretty fab Valentine's day! Tonight we are getting Italian food (Carmine's) and seeing Book of Mormon, so I know the day will only keep getting better. Then we head home tomorrow. I am sad to leave (so much we haven't seen!), but I miss that stinker of a son-- who may or may not be getting a special something from FAO Schwartz.

My only question so far- who told the late teen/early 20s population that it was ok to wear tights, or worse HOSE, as pants? No, not leggings- sheer hosiery. Honey, I think that is the reason you are (a) freezing and (b) being stared at. Obviously this is a trend, because I have seen it multiple times. Bizarre.

Full recap later!

Why we have to go and make things so complicated?

I have come to the conclusion that Rob "nests" too- just in a totally different way than I do. I clean, clean out, and organize. He remodels. Or, more accurately, hires someone to remodel.

With Ellie on the way, we realized there will never be a good time to remodel our kids/guest bath, so a week ago we hired a contractor, Monday we picked out fixtures, Tuesday we picked out granite, and we are starting a week from today. Luckily it should be about a 3 day job, so I shouldn't come home from the hospital to a partially remodeled house like I did with Drew. (you know an appliance helpful to a new mom? A microwave. We didn't have one.)

Here is a before picture. Goodbye original knobs from 1972.

Next up will be building a patio to replace the one we ripped out several months ago. Obviously that project took a back seat once we discovered something that would work for the meantime when we ripped out the deck.

Not to be outdone by Rob's building efforts, I have hired a decorator for some help on my living room.

I wonder how much the Callegaris can accomplish in the next 10 weeks.... Hopefully quite a bit!

Big shoes to fill

Someone has entered the "if there are shoes around, I will put them on my feet" phase.

Personally I think my black flats look better than Rob's boat shoes.

Mamaw

I thought waking up at 4AM yesterday was bad.... Then I woke up at 3 today. Despite doing everything I can think of, it doesn't look like I am going back to sleep. I guess it does give me some good time to cross things off my to-do list (blog- check).

Not only am I waking up well before the crack of dawn, but I am going through Tums at an alarming pace. Simply looking at a citrus fruit or salsa can send me searching for chalky, "fruit flavored" relief.

My feet have been hurting more and more, so I am about to get into wearing running shoes (aka: mom shoes) daily.

Essentially I am a 99 year old stuck in a 29 year olds body.

And if I don't start sleeping more I am going to have that tell-tale exhausted "new parent" look 10 weeks before the baby arrives.

(this picture has nothing to do with anything other than me thinking my son is adorable and posts being better with pictures)