I’m not usually one for resolutions. But for 2018 I decided to focus on a single word, a mantra for 2018. Given how much constant motion and change is just around the corner for me, the word that immediately occurred to me was flux.
Eight weeks of newborn wrangling, and so far so good. The baby is slumbering peacefully (but for how long?) and I feel like telling stories again
39 weeks is boring. Not to put too fine a point on it. This week I have been mostly guessing, second guessing, and triple guessing my body checking for signs of impending labour, and getting my gender warrior undies in a bundle over a smart blue pram.
So the third trimester has arrived out of nowhere. OK, not nowhere exactly, but suddenly I’m almost 33 weeks pregnant, and somehow this came as a surprise.
Today is day one of my maternity leave, and my mind is spinning out of control with Ideas and Plans and Schemes. I’m at risk of burning out on free time!
Some time has passed since my last post, but this is less to do with laziness and everything to do with me being ever so slightly pregnant…