Week 11, nearly 12

THANKfully I seem to be leaving morning sickness behind me, I can still feel a bit ropey in the evening, but that’s manageable. I’m also not craving potatoes so much, which can only be a good thing as I’ve put on 3kg, or 6lb. I’m not aware that I’m eating more, or bigger portions, if anything I think I’m eating less actually. But I know I am drinking gallons though. I go through nearly 1/2 a litre overnight, everynight. Also if I lie down, I’ll sleep, and will also sleep all night, despite having a nap in the afternoons.

While I also was freaking out, (no other word for it) about my body changing, the past week or so I’ve calmed down a little. I’ve accepted that it will change, and that I’ve also not been well enough to exercise, so I will be puffed out when I walk anywhere, I will be struggling with clothes for the next 6 months, I will be wondering what the umpity ump is going on inside there. All the reading, preparation and questions I will be asking will go out the window when Peanut actually appears. You can only prepare so much, and not at all really, for another human being appearing, out of you (me) and into our family.

But we need to start preparing somewhere; Hubs and I went to the sales the other day, I brought an Oi-Oi bag, reduced from $145 to $100 (bargain!) some muslin cloths and a towel. So baby purchases have begun, albeit slowly. In the next week we’ve got the 12 week scan, so when we’ve the results from that we can start telling everyone else other than the few people that know now.

Domestic duties

One of the things I’ve been looking forward to doing over this Christmas/New Year break is catching up on housework. Which is something not many people would look forward to, but there you go. Leading up to the end of the year, we just ran out of oomph, time and inclination, which is why we ended up doing some cleaning on Christmas Day ready for Hanno’s stay.

The first day I had at home on my own was yesterday, where I was a grumpy bum and nursed a sore throat. Today I’m home alone again and have done two loads of washing, cleaned the fridge, cleaned the pantry, done most of the ironing (Hubs had 16 shirts in the Matterhorn pile, so I ain’t doing all of them!) and have generally pottered around the house. I find tidying and cleaning therapeutic. As we rev up to bid farewell to 2010 and usher in 2011, I like to clear my head before the end of each year so I can re-group and sort out where I want to go, what I want to do and what I want to achieve over the coming 12 months.

So as I go about cleaning, purging belongings that no longer fit, work or need, and trying to find my path into 2011, I rely on putting the house into order to help put my head in order.