Pictures Of A Kitchen (Renovation).

Mama Kat, have you been reading my diary?  You see, but I know you know, my kitchen makes numerous appearances there which are usually preceded or followed by expletives.

Since my dear diary has been compromised, I will air my dirty laundry.
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My kitchen story began in May when I resigned from my job and felt the weight of a solar system fall from my shoulders.

So happy to have left a job where sales numbers kept me up in cold sweats all night, I became a passive partner in a cross-country move. Guilt about my lack of gainful employment made me a yes-woman.

Catatonic, I watched as we bought a house that needed a bit of work.

Many would have had between 8 and 10 nervous breakdowns had their past 8 months been like mine. I'm not saying this to earn a Badass Badge.  I'm saying this to clearly illustrate that I was more blacked out than a college freshman. How else could I have:

• Quit my job.
• Spent a summer living like a nomad between NY, MA, TX and KY with a papoose on my back.
• Driven a baby, a smelly dog, and a grandma 600+ miles in a Sportwagen.
• Moved across the country with a baby.
• Flew alone over a dozen times with a baby.
• Moved a 110 pound Golden Retriever from NY to TX.
• Moved into corporate housing with a baby.
• Moved out of corporate housing with a baby.
• Moved into a new house without unpacking half the boxes or hooking up cable.
• Packed up necessities and baby toys  for a move out of the house we moved into three months prior. 
• Moved into a fence-less, three story condo with a baby and a giant dog.  
• Watched every wall on the first floor of our house come down.

Jolted awake from passivity by plastic window coverings in my house that brought terrifying memories of the movie ET, I had a pounding headache and the surprise of my life.

I am eight months pregnant with a kitchen.

I hope to fall immediately in love when the new addition is ready and gush that my life was empty before it was here, but these eight month pictures make that very hard to believe.