Thursday, October 16, 2008

Nursery part deux (as in Hot Shots part deux)



We finally got carpet. It was one of the most stressful experiences of my life. Derek tore up and hauled away the old carpet and moved all the furniture except the mattress and two under the bed storage drawers. We figured the carpet guy could move those pieces cuz we needed to sleep on the mattress and the drawers were too hard for one person to move. I don't like to play the pregnancy card too often but we figured nobody is going to say no to a pregnant lady, right? So the carpet guy shows up, (Derek is at work) looks at me with my 8 1/2 month pregnant belly and says, "are you going to move those? Cuz I can't touch it".

Yeah.

What a dick. He had to call his boss and tell him there was a "room full of furniture to move". I ended up shelling out another $75 for him to move the stuff. Oh you read that right, $75. Common decency anyone?? I add "carpet guy" my list.

What. a. dick.

But I like the carpet. Here are some pictures of what we have assembled so far.


There is still a lot of work to be done. It has been a long road even to get to this point so I am proud we have this done so far.

I have a funny story. The other day I woke up with a leg cramp about 5am when Derek was waking up for work. I didn't say anything to him, just made some moaning in pain noises until it went away then I went back to sleep. After we had both gotten home from work that day Derek asked me if I had slept okay last night. I told him about my charlie horse that morning. He said, " oh is that what that was. For a minute I started panicking because I thought you were going into labor. " He said he started thinking about all the stuff we still have to do and how he'd have to come home and get all the stuff done before he could bring the two of us home. Tee Hee. I got a kick out of that and it was really sweet too!!

That's all. I wanted to expel my disbelief in the carpet guy's assholeness. If anyone has a connection to the Russian mob I have a few names for you.

Love,

Mama Panda

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