i am not dead, i am still pregnant.

dear people of earth.

good news: i am not dead.

great news: i am still pregnant.

bad news: they wouldn’t let me blog during my stay in the looney bin.

ok maybe i haven’t actually been deemed certifiably insane and locked up, but at times over the last two months i probably should have been thanks to a little thing i like to call, my life is total chaos. really just our house is total chaos, but somehow that manages to feel like my life.

and just in case you don’t know what i mean by our house is total chaos. here is a picture i snapped of our basement a few weeks back.

and no, that is not a pirated picture from a long lost planet in outer space. it really is our basement. and yes, the amount of dust renovations of such a magnitude create is completely and utterly unfathomable and unmanageable.

and in case that doesn’t feel like chaos enough to you…do you remember how we are having a baby in about eight short weeks? welp, here’s a picture of the nursery i snapped this morning. 

isn’t it pretty? i think i see some room for a baby somewhere in the back there. sometimes mr. hutch has to deadbolt the door (thanks ardie for installing deadbolts on the bedroom doors! i never knew why you did that until now…) and hide the key to keep me from going in there out of fear i’ll start my anxiety induced weeping and gnashing of the teeth cycle.

oh, and did you know that there is this thing when you are pregnant called nesting? i want nothing more than an impeccably clean house, completely organized, with everything neatly in its place. instead i’ve been living with a toilet in my kitchen, a car seat in my fireplace, and an inch of dust on everything in between.

i think there should be some kinda of mental health diagnosis for moms-to-be who suffer from this scenario. perhaps along the lines of PTSD. my symptoms mainly include wrapping myself into a fetal position and rocking back and forth rendering me unable to form sentences much less write blog posts. (hence the lack of blogging.)

fortunately for you and the rest of the inter-webs – i can see the light at the end of the tunnel. our basement is closer to looking like a living space. if i hadn’t been so busy hanging out in the fetal position, you would know that we* dug up the old concrete floors, replaced all the old plumbing, poured new concrete floors, replaced all the HVAC, installed AC, redid all the electrical, framed out a bedroom, bathroom, laundry room, storage closet and living area, installed an egress window, and as of today finished drywalling. in fact all we have left to do is paint, install the floors/tile and put up trim (at least i think that’s all that is left so don’t tell me otherwise). and once those things are done we will have literally doubled our living space i can move ALL OF THE JUNK that is stashed in every nook and cranny of the upstairs back down stairs and slowly start to regain control of my life again.

i seriously fantasize about this day people. 

so. since we’re on the up and up over here at bungalowhutch you should anticipate more blogging. i’m thinking i’ll share with you some of my plans. i got birth plans, decorating plans, plans to sleep for a few weeks before the baby comes, all sorts of plans. 

until then, if i have vicariously given you an anxiety attack with those pictures – my sincerest apologies.

oh and the latest  bump picture for good measure.

*by we i mean mr. hutch and “our people.”

minor differences

i’m giddy. i was a waste of space on saturday (minus points) but sunday i was a rockstar (plus points). sunday my friends – i totally organized my kitchen and our hall built- in-cabinet. if you have yet to notice – we’re a little haphazard over here. everything from selling our old house, buying this one, and rushing to move in….which is why even tho we’ve only lived here a little over a month, i already needed to reorganize our kitchen. (well – really all of our house….)

my older saster and i have a running joke. it goes something like this: “where’s the spatula? it’s in the stock pot with the dog food, thats in the garbage can with the cleaning supplies.” oh and by the way – this isn’t really a joke – true story…

that imagery is what my kitchen has felt like for awhile. when we moved in, i literally just shoved stuff down into the cabinets. we didn’t have counter tops yet, so that made unpacking the kitchen convenient. box labeled kitchen? open and dump into random cabinets. two days later install counter tops, and no one will ever be the wiser.

it saddens me that you think i’m joking.

it saddens you that i’m not.

since that lovely day – i’ve been using my kitchen, everyday wondering – when will i get the sudden urge to turn this haphazard mess in to organizational glory!?!?!?!

sunday was the glorious day people. did i mention it was glorious? i don’t know what came over me. perhaps it was my inability to do something even remotely productive saturday and the overwhelming guilt that ensued- or perhaps it was when i found random knives wrapped in saran wrap covered in dust buried under aprons next to a plastic container of foreign powder* that gave me the urge…

either way – i took EVERYTHING out of those cabinets. more excitingly threw out set aside** a bunch of ( if i haven’t used since we got married, i probably won’t use) random kitchen crap. the remainder?  i organized it, DUSTED it, and put it away properly.

 

in the thick of it

i heart the innards of my cabinets now.

i also “felt led” to tackle the hall closet and bathroom dresser. then i put all of mr. hutch’s toiletries into the broken drawer of our self-made bathroom vanity in hopes that having to use an annoying broken drawer everyday, will inspire him to finish the vanity. genius? why thank you. thank you very much.

after my grueling organization i felt both myself and bungalowhutch needed a prize. so i went to the mall and bought these:

(tho wanted to buy this but wasn’t sure my work was worthy of it)

now my towels are hung up in the bathroom, not thrown on the floor next to my shoes, by the books under the lamp near the laundry detergent & ski goggles where i found my lost debit card…. have i mentioned the whole house needs organizing?

oh and back to my blog title. the minor differences bit. being so giddy about the giant steps in organization (that i’m sure you couldn’t care less about and are wondering if the home improvement blog has really sunk to this….) i tried to rally some excitement about my miraculous work from mr. hutch. he feigned a bit of excitement out of being afraid of my wrath husbandry duty, but i got the strange impression that  his enthusiasm about purging and organizing barely rivaled the same level of attention he showed me when i popped my last really good zit.

minor differences in our marriage i suppose.

 

 

* powder later determined to be mr. hutch’s protein shake powder circa 1999?!?!?

**the fate of these kitchen items are unknown. they currently sit in the backseat of my car. either they’ll end up in the goodwill bin, orrrrrrrrr the garbage bin. depending on my patience. only time will tell. sorry if you got me one of these items….please let me know if you want it back.