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February, 2008:

Excitement abounds… oh but the smell!

No, I’m not talking about the bun in the oven nor the upcoming nuptials that we have been preparing for. Those are of course exciting, and will no doubt be future grist for future multiple blog postings, but for today, and only for today, I’m talking about a more immediate concern: The kitchen cork floor has been re-sealed!

Apparently the cork floors need to be re-sealed every couple of years for good measure. A few days ago I went and bought a couple of very expensive pints of the sealer, and today our good friend Mike K. (okay, a good guy who was the guy who installed the floors to start with) came over and sealed them again. (BTW, he’s started a company for his flooring business with a great name, called “You’ll Be Floored” http://youllbefloored.com/ )

He’s the main installer of cork flooring for Globus Cork company, and he’s really good at it.

So, now it’s done, and except for the non-walking on it (can’t walk on it for at least an hour, and then after that not with shoes for 4 hours) and the incredible awful smell that is permeating the house (oh yes, and the horrible mewling of the cat who doesn’t like being locked up, but really shouldn’t be mucking around in this varnish stuff) Everything is Jim Dandy.

The horrible part about it is that I have to re-put everything in the pantry floor that I took out, which is going to be a trial and a tribulation. The pantry is great, but the floor gets mucked up easily….

and a wedding too!

Not ones to do anything halfway, Adam and I decided to add a wedding to our already full plate of baby-growing and usual crazy lives. Though we only announced the wedding when we announced the pregnancy (within the last two weeks), we’ve actually been planning it since January, and have most of the major details already finalized.

The big event (well, the first big event of this year for us, anyway) is April 5, at the Roosevelt Ballroom in Yonkers. We have been to two B’nai Mitzvah in this space and loved the beautiful historic building, the caterer (who leases the space permanently), and, importantly, that downtown Yonkers would represent in our wedding. It’s about eight blocks from the house and feels like it’s in the neighborhood (even though there’s a major crack park and very scary housing project in between our house and the ballroom and we’d never walk those eight blocks in a million years).

We expect to have about 100 people at the wedding, with nearly all of my close family flying in from Chicago, Florida and California (and a few other locations) and Adam’s coming from Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Florida (and a few other locations). We are also lucky to be gathering nearly all of our dearest friends with us that day.

It’s going to be quite a party! which is exactly what we wanted – a celebration of our relationship with our family and friends. I can’t wait! But there’s still enough to be done that I’m getting a bit nervous; March will be a very busy month.

the cat’s out of the bag


And it’s not Joey. It’s what I expect will be a new small and warm source of us not sleeping, having to clean up poo, worrying about whether there’s enough food….yes, a baby. There’s a baby coming to the Yonked House, approximately the end of August or early September. Adam and I are very, very excited. We’ve been trying to tell all of our closest friends and family personally, and so if you’re reading this and you’re upset that you didn’t hear from us via phone or in person because you think you should have been one of those people, perhaps check your email or voice mail, you may have a message from one of us. If not and you still think you should have been on that list, we apologize. It’s been a bit chaotic lately. Please don’t take it personally.

I made it through my first trimester with what was, from what I understand from other moms, moms-to-be and all the books, mercifully few yucchy symptoms. Adam would say that my worst symptom has been crankiness, but I think that’s just my usual, non-pregnant state and he’s hyper sensitive to it since I became pregnant. I think my worst symptom has been worry: worry about the baby, about whether I’m gaining enough/too much weight, worry about what I’m eating, worry about whether I remembered my prenatal vitamin today, worry about how we’re going to pay for this child who will need 18 years (or more) of shelter and food and education and clothing and at least a few of either matchbox cars or bratz dolls (though god willing those aren’t fashionable by the time a daughter of ours would want them).

So to answer what is, without question, the first question that everyone asks when they find out that I’m pregnant: we don’t know the sex of this baby. And it’s not likely we’re going to find out. And even if we do, we’re not telling. So you can stop asking. Seriously, I’m absolutely amazed that that’s what everyone, and I mean everyone from my hairdresser to my colleagues to the guy on the street, wants to know. I guess it’s a good conversation-advancing question, and especially for a guy who doesn’t want to talk about symptoms or childbirth, it’s also a good “out” question – especially when I tell them that we don’t know.

The second question everyone asks is have we thought of some names. The answer is yes, we’ve thought of some of them. Enough said.

But there are lots of other things we’re happy to discuss, anytime, so please call or email us, we’d love to hear from you!

Next post: some notes about our impending wedding. Though I’m convinced that it’s perfectly fine to get knocked up while unmarried when you’re over 40, we both agree it would be nicer to be married by the time the baby is born. Stay tuned.