{"id":2081,"date":"2009-07-28T19:34:05","date_gmt":"2009-07-28T23:34:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=2081"},"modified":"2009-08-01T18:44:01","modified_gmt":"2009-08-01T22:44:01","slug":"a-room-to-live-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=2081","title":{"rendered":"A Room To Live In"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I love my living room. I think I have always known this, but talking about things with my therapist today really solidified it in my head: I <i>really<\/i> love my living room.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t always. There was a time when it, like the entire rest of the house, disgusted me. It had dark wood panelling and horrid wallpaper and just looked like a disgusting, old, dirty cave. When we pulled the paneling down I worked very hard to find the perfect paint color, a very light grey-green. I have two shelves of photos, one of Den and me, one for Devin. I hung some of my photos on the wall. It&#8217;s not done yet &#8211; there&#8217;s still a built-in bookcase to paint, and the trim hasn&#8217;t been painted yet either. But it&#8217;s airy. Bright. There are windows on both sides of the room that we open to let a breeze through. Even when the rest of the house is too warm, I sit beneath the lazily spinning ceiling fan and feel perfect. I can sit here and look out at our yard, at the sky and the sun. Yesterday morning I set up my laptop, pulled out my notepad, and worked on some freelance projects. I felt at peace &#8211; and how often does that happen? I love this room for that reason alone.<\/p>\n<p>This was the room I set up camp in when I got my Zoe as a puppy. Both of our desks and computers were in the second bedroom (the &#8220;baby&#8217;s room&#8221;), with far too many cords and other chewables for a new puppy. So I shut all the doors, set up the baby gate, and used the living room as my home base. I had my laptop on the kitchen table, the TV, the couch, and lots and lots of dog toys. I remember those months with so much joy. There was no baby at that point, no TTC. No job. Just my little furry baby and me all day. We&#8217;d play on the floor with her toys, then she&#8217;d sack out on my lap or on her pillow like only a baby can. I&#8217;d watch TV for an hour, legs going numb, because I couldn&#8217;t bear to move her.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/img.photobucket.com\/albums\/v240\/lunarmagic\/Zoe\/longdaysplay.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s always how I pictured my time with a baby: here in this living room, baby toys everywhere, just me on the floor all day, doing nothing and everything&#8230; and finding joy beyond words in doing it. This room has all those memories, and all those hopes and dreams. I hope someday I&#8217;ll be able to fulfill them. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love my living room. I think I have always known this, but talking about things with my therapist today really solidified it in my head: I really love my living room. I didn&#8217;t always. There was a time when it, like the entire rest of the house, disgusted me. It had dark wood panelling [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":71,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[247,248,69,170],"class_list":["post-2081","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-hopes","tag-living-room","tag-loss","tag-zoe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2081","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/71"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2081"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2081\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2090,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2081\/revisions\/2090"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2081"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2081"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2081"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}