I thought I might sneak in one last entry for 2011 – a year that has proven to be quite a significant one in our household, though I have a sneaky feeling 2012 is going to be even more significant again.
Let me set the scene for you. I’m sitting in a purpose built nursing chair that I bought on TradeMe. The chair rocks, and so does the little accompanying ottoman. It will be great for nursing I’m sure, but in the meantime it’s getting a work out as a telly-watching chair – and I can assure you it’s up to that task.
Joel has just switched off the Playstation, he’s been playing an NBA game I got him for Christmas.
It’s raining outside. It’s miserable and has been for days. The forecasters are promising wet weather for as far ahead as they can predict. Basically until I’m due back at work. Arse.
Due to the grim state of things outdoors, Stella is curled up on the couch and Sunday is curled up on an armchair. Long gone are the days of us trying to keep the animals off the furniture – just quietly, there’s something rather nice about having a little furry creature cuddle up next to you while you’re watching the telly.
Speaking of the telly, the Playstation has just gone back on. He gave it a break of around three minutes.
My little sit-down has come after an hour of sorting through letters, bills, statements and receipts that have built up in a pile over the last six months or so. We’re trying to clear out the study so that we can move in some new shelves that Joel made, and also the spare bed, which is currently in the baby’s room. We have a lot of stuff to sort through. My spidey senses tell me there’s a tiny bit of hoarder in both of us, but we keep that in check by having these huge annual clear-outs, and this year we’re being particularly ruthless. I’m even getting rid of my Tori Spelling biographies and Twilight books. Yes, I’m that serious about the de-cluttering process.
You guys, this is my New Year’s Eve. I know, I need to stop partying so hard; I am embarrassing my loved ones with my outrageous drug and alcohol-fuelled benders.
The news gets even sadder. I am not even sure I’ll be going out tonight. I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather for the last few days (oh ha ha) and the idea of being the sober pregnant one surrounded by a bunch of boozed-up friends with cabin fever doesn’t make me reach for my party shoes in a hurry.
I just read over that last paragraph and have now decided I probably will go out tonight after all. I am pregnant, not eighty-six.
Happy New Year you guys, if 2011 was a good one for you I hope that 2012 continues the upward trend. If this year sucked arse, then woo! Time to say goodbye to the suckiness and helllooooo to a brand new year.
A year that is going to see this little guy make his grand entrance… I leave you with a shot of our son (!!!) from my twenty-week scan. See you next year!