Two things I blogged about earlier are starting to merge. Unfortunately...
It's...about a year and a half ago that my girlfriend and me started looking to buy a house. We found that in summer 2018, and due to circumstances only moved since April last year. Since then, we've been renovating. I've blogged about it here, and it contains a link to earlier. Since then, things have accellerated, but not really as much as we hoped.
The good news: the ground floor's done. We've got a very nice (and expensive) kitchen and adjacent dinning room, and my girlfriend's currently chilling in the television room (or chillout room, so you will). And the plumbing is done as well. I will NEVER advice anyone to put floor heating in a house he's living in himself, let alone with a pregnant girlfriend. But we've survived, and it's currently okay.
Well...'currently' is just since today. Y'see, normally that would have been done on the 31st of december. At first, it seemed okay...but we had a leak last week. Worse: it was one directly underneath the kitchen, and as such unreachable. Discovering our (little) cellar filling up with water was one of the worst experiences of our lives, and it was mostly because we knew how hard it'd be. Luckily, my girlfriend figured out an alternative path. Wasn't easy, but with the help of my father-in-law, we managed to craft out another line for that particular plumbing. It's...best not to ask details.
Unfortunately: the house isn't done yet. We still need a bathroom and two bedrooms by the time the baby comes. So we stepped up the tempo: both our parents come by to help very often (my parents-in-law even daily), and other relatives roughly every week. Our master bedroom is finished with the exception of electricity details (bedroom lights, mostly) and putting a few cupboards together. The bathroom has the toilet and bathroom table done, and the bath should be one or two days away as well. Last but not least: the small bedroom (our child-to-be, though she'll sleep with us for at least a couple months). We were on schedule to finish it within a few weeks...
...but yesterday morning, our gynaecologist said that my girlfriend was quite far on the pregnancy. More specifically: if she hasn't given birth by friday, she has to come to the hospital to have it started by them.
...
damn
*sigh* As you can imagine, it was pretty hard for us: OUR FREAKING CENTRAL HEATING HAD JUST BROKEN DOWN!!! Yesterday and today were particularly stressful, because I've experienced that "having a plan" is different from practice. Things tend to go wrong on that last one. That I'm typing this is proof that we managed to fix it (heck...browsing the internet was the last thing on my mind the last couple of days...even when I was on gbatemp).
I'm not proud of it, but I had to use my colleagues' goodwill: I had to call in vacation time early. Yesterday and today to get that heating fixed, tomorrow to fix most (probably not all) of the bath and bedroom...and friday...you guessed it: I'm not going to leave my girlfriend's side until our child's born.
Will the house be done by then? The answer is "it depends". Those plans of renovating the attic or put laminate on the floor in the back rooms is obviously future stuff. But we've got a very livable area. And while my parents-in-law, relatives and me were building everything, my girlfriend has taken proper care of the baby in the sense that all the room we've created is immediately filled with stuff for the baby.
I take it this is all but the dreamt way to spend the nine months pregnancy period. But ey...we've renovated A LOT in that period. So how hard can raising a baby really be?
I'll blog some more about this in the future. Not sure if anyone aside @alexander1970 really wants to know, but ey...I like writing and it'll be an interesting period in our lives, so why not? You can always skip reading these things.
Cheers,
Taleweaver
It's...about a year and a half ago that my girlfriend and me started looking to buy a house. We found that in summer 2018, and due to circumstances only moved since April last year. Since then, we've been renovating. I've blogged about it here, and it contains a link to earlier. Since then, things have accellerated, but not really as much as we hoped.
The good news: the ground floor's done. We've got a very nice (and expensive) kitchen and adjacent dinning room, and my girlfriend's currently chilling in the television room (or chillout room, so you will). And the plumbing is done as well. I will NEVER advice anyone to put floor heating in a house he's living in himself, let alone with a pregnant girlfriend. But we've survived, and it's currently okay.
Well...'currently' is just since today. Y'see, normally that would have been done on the 31st of december. At first, it seemed okay...but we had a leak last week. Worse: it was one directly underneath the kitchen, and as such unreachable. Discovering our (little) cellar filling up with water was one of the worst experiences of our lives, and it was mostly because we knew how hard it'd be. Luckily, my girlfriend figured out an alternative path. Wasn't easy, but with the help of my father-in-law, we managed to craft out another line for that particular plumbing. It's...best not to ask details.
Unfortunately: the house isn't done yet. We still need a bathroom and two bedrooms by the time the baby comes. So we stepped up the tempo: both our parents come by to help very often (my parents-in-law even daily), and other relatives roughly every week. Our master bedroom is finished with the exception of electricity details (bedroom lights, mostly) and putting a few cupboards together. The bathroom has the toilet and bathroom table done, and the bath should be one or two days away as well. Last but not least: the small bedroom (our child-to-be, though she'll sleep with us for at least a couple months). We were on schedule to finish it within a few weeks...
...but yesterday morning, our gynaecologist said that my girlfriend was quite far on the pregnancy. More specifically: if she hasn't given birth by friday, she has to come to the hospital to have it started by them.
...
damn
*sigh* As you can imagine, it was pretty hard for us: OUR FREAKING CENTRAL HEATING HAD JUST BROKEN DOWN!!! Yesterday and today were particularly stressful, because I've experienced that "having a plan" is different from practice. Things tend to go wrong on that last one. That I'm typing this is proof that we managed to fix it (heck...browsing the internet was the last thing on my mind the last couple of days...even when I was on gbatemp).
I'm not proud of it, but I had to use my colleagues' goodwill: I had to call in vacation time early. Yesterday and today to get that heating fixed, tomorrow to fix most (probably not all) of the bath and bedroom...and friday...you guessed it: I'm not going to leave my girlfriend's side until our child's born.
Will the house be done by then? The answer is "it depends". Those plans of renovating the attic or put laminate on the floor in the back rooms is obviously future stuff. But we've got a very livable area. And while my parents-in-law, relatives and me were building everything, my girlfriend has taken proper care of the baby in the sense that all the room we've created is immediately filled with stuff for the baby.
I take it this is all but the dreamt way to spend the nine months pregnancy period. But ey...we've renovated A LOT in that period. So how hard can raising a baby really be?
I'll blog some more about this in the future. Not sure if anyone aside @alexander1970 really wants to know, but ey...I like writing and it'll be an interesting period in our lives, so why not? You can always skip reading these things.
Cheers,
Taleweaver
