My favorite photo of Paul so far this year. At the High Line.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Visit to the High Line: 2012
Throughout my 12 or so weeks of morning sickness, I went from being confined to the apartment each weekend to being content to stay in the neighborhood. Even when the worst of the morning sickness was over, I still got queasy on the subway and was loathe to take it when I didn't have to. So I never did on the weekends.
But after a week of feeling completely back to normal -- so long as you don't count my insatiable hunger -- I was ready for a weekend adventure into Manhattan. So Paul and I took a walk along the High Line on the West Side for the first time in about a year.
I've posted lots of photos of the High Line (see here, here and here), but I managed to catch a few more lovely views this time around. Here are my favorites.
Monday, June 25, 2012
The Preparations Begin
After we announced the pregnancy, a few people asked whether we were going to move -- the thought being, of course, that New York City apartments are rarely large enough for the people who live in them, let alone +1.
Luckily, that hasn't been a concern for us. We chose a three-bedroom in a nice, middle-class (read: not trendy or extra-expensive) neighborhood when we moved to Brooklyn almost five years ago, and we stayed put. So we had our own bedroom, a spare bedroom with a twin bed for guests, and an extra room where we stored our desk, books, bookcases and whatever other odds and ends we collected.
Of course a baby upends our nice separation of spaces, but not necessarily for the worst. The reorganization of our apartment started this past weekend, with the Saturday delivery of our new rocker-recliner. To fit that in the living room, we had to move one of the other chairs out. The more comfortable of the two, we decided, would go into what will become the nursery (the former spare room).
And so after the delivery men left, we started in. We moved the bookcases against one wall in the third room and the desk against the other. Paul took apart the spare bed and carried each piece to the room at the front of the apartment, upending our entire space. The result: the new spare room is pleasantly crowded (and probably a lot quieter for our guests, since it faces the side street instead of the busy Fifth Avenue), and the old spare room/eventual nursery, is full of the baby stuff we've accumulated from my parents and Paul's sister.
The "nursery," however, is far from assembled. Paul's video game system and the small TV it's hooked to is still in there, waiting to be moved to the new spare room closer to the delivery date. And we still need a new dresser, let alone a place for the baby to actually sleep!
But things are slowly coming together. Next up: rearranging our own bedroom.
Luckily, that hasn't been a concern for us. We chose a three-bedroom in a nice, middle-class (read: not trendy or extra-expensive) neighborhood when we moved to Brooklyn almost five years ago, and we stayed put. So we had our own bedroom, a spare bedroom with a twin bed for guests, and an extra room where we stored our desk, books, bookcases and whatever other odds and ends we collected.
Of course a baby upends our nice separation of spaces, but not necessarily for the worst. The reorganization of our apartment started this past weekend, with the Saturday delivery of our new rocker-recliner. To fit that in the living room, we had to move one of the other chairs out. The more comfortable of the two, we decided, would go into what will become the nursery (the former spare room).
And so after the delivery men left, we started in. We moved the bookcases against one wall in the third room and the desk against the other. Paul took apart the spare bed and carried each piece to the room at the front of the apartment, upending our entire space. The result: the new spare room is pleasantly crowded (and probably a lot quieter for our guests, since it faces the side street instead of the busy Fifth Avenue), and the old spare room/eventual nursery, is full of the baby stuff we've accumulated from my parents and Paul's sister.
The "nursery," however, is far from assembled. Paul's video game system and the small TV it's hooked to is still in there, waiting to be moved to the new spare room closer to the delivery date. And we still need a new dresser, let alone a place for the baby to actually sleep!
But things are slowly coming together. Next up: rearranging our own bedroom.
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