Twenty-Five Weeks. Day 177 in the quest to meet our little miracle George
Oh my oh my, what a smell!
This sunday i worked hard, i worked harder than i anticipated, and i only hope that once again i havent done too much… Which i seem to be doing a lot of lately…
Sunday i spent the day finishing my little miracles room -well apart from the door, and the border, and the furniture, and the curtains, and the rug, and the finishing touches… okay okay, so really i all i have almost finished is painting the room! And i am not quite sure that i should have been doing the work that i was doing, i am not quite sure that all those smells wernt too good for my precious little one, and i am not quite sure that the smell that is STILL lingering around now will be gone in time for georges arrival, i only hope that it will be.
You see if there is one little thing i have a little bit of obsessive compulsive about, it is the types of paint used when painting bedrooms, and while some may not understand, i have to let you know that it matters to me, and it matters to the way the beautiful room will look in the end.
Sunday i painted with enamel paint – a must when you are painting the skirtings and architraves of ANY room… None of that arcylic base stuff, it just doesnt have the same appeal and shine that the enamel gives. But now that all is said and done i am not too sure now if i may have gone overboard and not stopped when i should have stopped… I think purely by the fact that i got paint in my hair and didnt notice that this may have been an indication that i may just have overdone it, tired myself out!
I can tell you that i dont think my george liked it very much, there was alot of kicking happening as i painted and even now the smell lingering though our home is very overwhelming and as i lay in bed both sunday and monday nights, i found it hard to escape that sick feeling you get when the air is stale. And i am beginning to worry about my little one in there and whether things things, whether smells that strong can harm a tiny baby?
I really hope the smell goes soon, and i really hope that the smell has not harmed my little miracle, and i really hope that the paint in my hair that i see each morning can remind me to SLOW down… just take a step back and realise that i need to breath, and take it easier…
Otherwise who knows, i will end up being permanently stained all over with enamel paint! 
Character is what emerges from all the little things you were too busy to do yesterday, but did anyway. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966
