Cody and I have been doing a ton of work on our new house to get it ready for moving in. I have spent several hours cleaning the kitchen (ew, gross.) and Cody has ripped out all of the carpet and washed the walls. I am still not done with the stupid kitchen because I can't do a whole lot at once and I have to take a lot of breaks. And it is FILTHY. But half of it looks so-fresh-and-so-clean-clean that you can't even tell it has been used, thankyouverymuch. And what's most importantly (said in my ghetto voice) is that everything is sanitized.
Except the fridge. I am not touching that thing. I have a gag reflex, people. I have limits. We are going to have to get a new one because there is no way. NO WAY I am putting my FOOD in that frightening, unearthly thing. The smell that lingers for several moments after you open and close it is enough to choke a donkey. So....
Oh yeah, and I put the oven on self-clean and it started ON FIRE. So that was exciting. Hopefully I can clean the crap out of it by hand and there will be no more incidents of the flamey variety.
And just FYI, I have been wearing a filtered mask to protect myself and my unborn from any fumes/chemicals in the cleaning supplies. Just in case you really wanted to know. Someone has to clean this place to make it safe (I mean there are live BUGS in some of these cabinets, come on, now) to live in, and it aint no husband of mine that will be doing it. He will be handling the painting, though. Which he is very excited about as we have never had our own walls to paint.
So that is what is up with me. And here is me today, documenting the belly in it's 32nd week of pregnancy.
Oh yeah, and here are my toes that I had done for the baby shower. My big toes are sporting wee baby foot prints. (Awww!)