My Grandfather once told me – “You should never buy a car in December.”. I think he was speaking metaphorically, because at the time buying a car was the furtherest thing on my mind. In fact we were having a discussion about how brutal December was on the wallet. You see many years ago fate decided to play a little trick, when it introduced me to my husband just 2 days before Christmas. Being the romantic type, we were engaged and married on the same date several years later. I did not give it much thought at the time, but in the years that have followed December has been nuts. We celebrate our anniversary on the 23rd, Christmas on the 25th, My Husband’s Birthday on the 30th, New Years Eve on the 31st and then we start the year a new on the 1st of January.
Don’t get me wrong, that week and a half stretch is often my favorite in the whole year, but it takes a hell of a lot of planning to do each event justice. We had not intended to add to December’s chaos, but fate has a mind and sense of humour of it’s own. Our first born child will likely arrive somewhere in the 2 week window that cover the above events. How do I feel? Excited and terrified. Sometimes in equal measure. Sometimes one out ways other. Especially when I think about how bub is going to get “here”.
How is CJ doing? lol, I’d have to say amazingly well. The first 13 weeks have been pretty ruff for me, but he has taken it all in stride and proved himself to be an exceptional husband. He cooks when I can’t even stomach the thought of food. He has started a list of names he likes because he can not stand the thought of an idiotic name (Hashtag anyone?). In fact did you know there is actually a government job in France, dedicated to rejecting stupid names proposed by parents. CJ has decided he would like that job. He loves that I have finally learnt how to sleep past 7am, but not so much that this means he now has to get up and let the chickens out. He was responsible for my first emotional cry when he bought the entire collection of Rockaby’s (Rock songs turned in to lullaby), but laughed his head when I ate ice-cream knowing that I shouldn’t and inevitably had it leave my body of it’s own accord rather quickly.
So far I don’t think it’s what either of us expected, despite the fact that bub was planned. I for one had no idea morning sickness was not in fact restricted to just the morning. I have “enjoyed” it’s company all day long. Also, I currently sleep more than a bear in hibernation. I say this not only as a joke, but because I’m pretty sure the bear has to wake up occasionally to eat. I on the other hand would love to avoid eating where possible. We have both slowed down a lot. Ever since we found out at 5 weeks it’s really been ‘play it by ear’ kind of schedule. I like these kind of days. There is no pressure and we often spend a lot of quality time together.
I miss scrapbooking, but I view the past 6 weeks as a break, not a goodbye. While I was feeling so unwell it was really hard to stand and scrap or devote long hours as I have done in the past. I’m hoping by the second trimester, I’ll feel better. Then when the nesting faze kicks, I hope to catch on all my albums. Lord knows I have enough ideas to sink a ship and I am technically growing a life times worth of scrapbooking inspiration as we speak.
How is bub? I was getting there. Bub is amazing. Due to a few complications we have had a total of 3 scans. Each time our little fighter never ceases to put on a show, be it a super strong heart beat or mooning the sonographer. Bub got near perfect scores on it’s first test and I am pretty sure it wasn’t even trying, but my favourite thing of all, is that scans show long legs like dad. I may live to regret that statement later down the track when they are jammed into the my bladder, but like I said right now we are just living dad to day.
So that’s it. That’s my big news and why I dropped of the face of the earth for 2 months. I am absolutely positive it will all be worth it though. So here to the BIGGEST and BEST December EVER and the to the newest little member of our family.