Aaron and I are planning to paint several rooms in our house during our vacation in August. The living room will say goodbye to its pastel ragroll of the 1990’s, the dining room will shed its southwestern feel, and the smallest bedroom will start its journey from cat/sewing/storage room to small person’s living space. (Don’t want to call it a “nursery” yet, being that we’re not even trying for kids yet, you know. Don’t want to get Mom all riled up.) 😉
See, I figure that it would be unfair to say that I wanted the bedroom painted before someone — no matter how small — moves in, then to shirk the actual responsibility of painting it because pregnant women shouldn’t be exposed to strong chemical fumes. So, we’re doing the painting together, before we get our bareback going on.
I already have a very wide theme planned: anime. (Of course.) Totoro would be a good theme for babies of either gender, really, and easily supplemented by either Hello Kitty and general cuteness or mecha and other boyishness. Plus, I think it would be fun to custom-paint some pillowcases and light-switches.
Thinking about furnishing and decorating our future child’s room made me think about this future child, and how we’ll deal with parenthood. It’s finally becoming something that’s planned, that’s going to happen, instead of speaking hypothetically. It’ll be interesting, sure, and exhausting, and everything I’ve heard it is. But I think that, between Aaron and me, we’ll do OK. We were raised differently enough, but turned out similar enough, that I don’t think we’ll screw our firstborn up too much. No more so than most, anyway.
For now, though, I think I’ll stick to thinking about things like what color to paint the bedroom.