I have been titling posts things like 'life goes on' and 'right now', but speaking only of my father and my child. It's more than that, however, I'm not living in a vacuum of life and death. Between visits, we resume 'real' everyday life, and aside from when my tailbone aches from sitting too long, I can forget I'm pregnant for hours at a time.
Work continues apace on the house. The House Formerly Known as the Lavender Loveshack (now a lovely shade of greige, because we're boring) is still having the front door and balcony trim painted. We've destroyed the inside of the master bedroom - all the lining is gone, P is insulating in there and the electrician arrives Thursday to install new ceiling lights, new sockets and move some switches around. We're going to install a new door and a built-in wardrobe in the room, have it freshly lined and then I'm selecting yet another shade of grey paint. We're still debating retrofitting the windows with double glazing, waiting on a quote.
Once the master is completed, the guest bedroom is going to get the once over. This will become the nursery, I suppose, though not for a while. The baby will live with us for a bit, as advised by Plunket to mitigate the SIDS risk. We'll need to keep a spare bed in the nursery anyway, for P's Mum to visit from Germany and my parents to visit once the baby arrives. The nursery work will be pretty similar - insulation, new lights, new wardrobe, new linings, paint etc. I'm determined that we will have a warm home for the baby to live in when he or she arrives in mid-winter.
We nearly choked on our cookies receiving a quote for some new kitchen cabinetry 'necessary' to house a dishwasher, we were assured. In a kitchen that will be demolished at some point in the next 2-4 years, they thought we'd be happy to spend $6k, just for the cabinets. No new benchtop, no new fit out, just some new cabinets capable of housing a dishwasher. I'm pretty sure with a saw we can achieve largely the same result in the existing cabinets. Time for some more quotes, methinks. I'd like a dishwasher to make life a little more easy in a tiny kitchen once the baby arrives, but not at that kind of price before we've even bought the damn dishwasher.
I'm not much help with renovation, this time round. I picked up the demolished bits of lining (discovering newspapers from 1992 pasted across the walls to form a lovely backing for a bit of wall paper, over which plasterboard had been slapped in 1995) and carted them to the skip out the front. That lasted until the new neighbours started having a Saturday morning sesh on their deck. I don't really care if people want to smoke weed; I just really don't want my child in-utero to get second hand stoned. I call and arrange quotes etc. I cart drinks to P and hold the measuring tape, do the rest of the household chores like laundry. His wonderful father is going to lend a hand, and rope in my 16 year old step-brother in law as labourer.