This weekend, My Guy and I helped his sister and her husband prep their nursery. They’ve been married a few weeks and are still in the midst of combining households. Their daughter is due in March.
The weekend was emotionally exhausting – maybe that’s why I haven’t blogged for several days. I have post traumatic stress disorder.
My task at hand was cutting in the pale lilac paint in the nursery. Yeah, I freehanded it. Yeah, I’m totally an excellent painter after painting our entire house. Lookit me go!
In the midst of working my trim magic, I realized I was painting someone else’s nursery. You know, safely breathing in those paint fumes, like the infertile, completely not-pregnant woman I am.
And then? Then, all I could think about was the Huey Lewis and The News song, “Doin’ It All For My Baby.” Damn you, Huey Lewis! I love you, but damn you and your baby-centric propaganda!
So, I painted pale lilac walls for my niece. I hummed Huey Lewis songs and said a little prayer – for her, for me, for us.