My kitchen is in the basement of a victorian townhouse and although only replaced 10 or so years ago, the damp proofing was bodged and so it was long overdue for replacement. Also, the space no longer worked as a kitchen diner due to poor layout and expanding family.
Discovered I was pregnant with DC2 last year and so somehow got this now or never urge to get the kitchen sorted. As well as replacing the units and fixing the damp, there's some structural alterations to create a pantry and a new dining area.
So far, so good, but work only got underway last week and I'm now 32w pregnant and HUGE. Nothing has gone wrong (apart from the damp being worse than anticipated and so extra work needed to fix it) but I think because I've had months of looking at kitchens, layouts, materials and floorplans, then all the time spent decluttering the house and boxing up the kitchen stuff, I feel like I'm done already and don't seem to have much energy left.
And although 7 weeks should be plenty of time to get it done, I just seem to have lost any visions I had about the finished article. The silly thing is, I've had loads of work done on the house over the last decade and it's been a bit difficult but bearable. This time though it just feels a bit much. Have also got a 3yo (who thankfully is in nursery most of the time that the builders are here) and DP works away most of the time (but the building work is being done entirely under my instruction and finances anyway as the house is mine).
I think it's the displacement of an entire floor of the house which is getting to me - there are dining chairs in the spare room, boxes of saucepans in the hallway and so on. Oh and doing the cooking in a cupboard sized utility room then washing up in a tiny bathroom sink (I can barely fit into the bathroom as it is.
I will stop my whining now - am very aware it's a temporary problem and very much a first world one but my poor weeble-shaped body has had enough!