Obsessed, much?

Ever since we found out we were moving, I have become utterly and disgustingly obsessed with all things crafty-DIY-home decor. Mainly anything I can find on Pinterest. More specifically, wreaths. And I cannot stop watching HGTV. It also may or may not have something to do with the preggo phenom they call nesting. Except I won't be scrubbing the kitchen floor with a toothbrush, at least not  yet anyway.

I have two wreaths in my house and they are both store-bought. In fact, everything in my house is store bought because I generally have neither the time nor energy nor creative energy to make things. But for some reason, I have convinced myself that I not only will become more into decorating my house beautifully, but I will be DIYing all the time. So get ready for lots of fun projects. Maybe I'll actually post more. Maybe not.

Either way, it's going to be fun!

Check out all of these wreaths. Seriously awesome.

And this meal planning board. I'm just getting way too domestic right now.

Finally, this fall mantel. You cannot tell me you don't like it because I won't believe you.

PS, I'm in need of some new blogs to read. Share!

Big things are happening, people, big things

Here's my hint...
Since moving to Malibu for my freshman year of college, I have moved a total of 11 times and I'll let you in on a little secret...I love moving. Well, not exactly the physical labor of moving, the packing of boxes and what-not, but I love the searching for a new place, the envisioning of all the wonderful and creative things I'll do with it (which usually never actually happen), picking special places for all our things, arranging furniture and getting to know life in a new little world.
 
We have come to a bit of a crossroads in our lives--we have several options, some better than others, and I'm so excited for Monday when we finally are able to figure out our lives.

 Cross your fingers that it goes our way!

Oh, and another thing...we find out the sex of the baby on Monday. I might decide to share, if you're lucky...

Ze peecture

Here is my 18.5 week belly. Its big, but not as big as I thought it would be, seeing how its our second bambino.

Updates

I've sat down several times over the last few months to write a post, but every time I do, I go blank. Every other day I will think, "hmm, this would make a great post," but by the time I sit down to write, it flutters away. Not much has changed and a lot has changed.

Gabriel has changed so dramatically in the last few months, from his new haircut to his increasing vocabulary - every day we are pleasantly surprised with new and exciting things. His changing personality is delightful and...well, sometimes REALLY not so delightful. I see many of my own characteristics as a child in him, constantly challenging everything and stubbornly fighting for what he wants. But there is this underlying shyness, trepidation if you will, with the unfamiliar. He's not the child who jumps feet first into a crowd; instead, he likes to gauge the room, the child, the activity. Potty training was surprisingly a breeze - I guess I don't give my own child enough credit.

The little tadpole baby is no longer a tadpole. He/she is in between the size of a bell pepper and an heirloom tomato! As of late, I've been able to feel the flutters, which is so exciting, yet makes it seem so real. I find myself thinking every once in a while, "are we really ready for this?" Co-workers have mentioned how young I am to be having not my first, but my second child. I'm thrilled, I really am! Anyone who reads this blog knows that we tried for a second. Yet, there's still that fear of rocking our boat just a little too much. I know that it will work out and although Gabriel says he doesn't want a brother OR a sister, he will learn to love and protect his younger sibling. I am sure (most days) that everything will be okay.

I have been lucky this time around in that my pregnancy has been very easy. Now that I'm out of the vomitous fog of the first trimester, I feel basically like I'm not pregnant, minus a few ton of emotional breakdowns and some bouts of the infamous preggo brain. Our big ultrasound is scheduled for the 29th and we've decided to take the road less traveled and NOT find out the sex. This should make name-choosing that much more stressful, since as of now, we have yet to come up with ANY names. Not one. I've always known that if I had a girl, I would name her Lily, whether it was a first or middle name, so that's still on my list. I really like Ava Lily, but I feel like I know someone who just named their child Ava, but (per the usu) I can't remember who it could be. So really, who knows? Maybe we will be announcing a nameless child.

I have a picture of my baby belly but since our internet sucks, I'll have to try to upload it later.

Peace, yo!

Friday nothings

When I stayed at home with Gabriel the first year, I considered myself a bit of a daytime TV connoisseur. I had the schedule down pat - A Baby Story followed by Barefoot Contessa and Giada in the mid-morning, two episodes of Desperate Housewives in the early afternoon (throw in an old re-run of Grey's right after sometimes) and catch an episode of Challenge before Adrian got home in the afternoon. Every now and then, if Adrian was running late, I would catch two episodes of King of Queens in the evenings...I was on a tight schedule. Hey, don't judge me, I was nursing like, 12 hours out of every day for the first six months plus playing the part of happy little housewife! Flash forward two and some years, and I've been at home for the last three days because Jewish holidays are awesome; daytime tv - not so awesome. I don't know what it is, but if I have to watch another episode of Millionaire Matchmaker, I might climb up my roof and plunge downwards toward my not-so-certain death. I just don't get it. Where's the What Not to Wear or Mystery Diagnosis? Ahh, the disappointment....

Anyway, on to even less substantial topics, why is it that all I can think of eating right now are chocolate pop tarts and chicken flavored top ramen? Seriously, what gives? Let's not even talk about the fact that I haven't cooked a meal that didn't consist of white rice and hot dogs in more than 3 weeks. When I say that exhaustion and all-day-sickness have thoroughly kicked my arse, I mean it! I am trying to reflect on the last vegetable I ate...a week ago? (Just kidding, I had veggie lasagna last night, go me!).

I went through all of my old maternity clothes today and was unpleasantly surprised to find out that 3 out of the 2423 pieces of clothing I own will be work appropriate. Thank God for Target's cute maternity section, which I imagine I will be frequenting over the next 32 weeks. I had my first appointment on Wednesday and I was exactly on target with my due date of January 18th. I was able to see the little gummy bear bean child who will someday be gracing our presence. I'm SO looking forward to having a room to decorate ahead of time, because with Gabriel we knew we were moving so everything was left in tote boxes and gift bags. We were given some beautiful hand me down furniture that I can't wait to put it in the baby's future room.

That seems to be about it for now...we're celebrating my birthday this weekend by getting a new dining room table and hutch :) Have a great weekend all!