This Life

It's been a long week, I'm not going to lie. I can't pick things up, put on socks or empty the dishwasher without feeling it in my ribs/hips/back.

I'm well aware that I need to be sensible but life goes on you know? I still have to get stuff done but at the moment it's a balancing act between keeping on top of stuff and accepting that good enough is good enough. So there's a sticky mark on the wooden floor in my hallway. I just have to let that go if I want to get the kids fed, washed and happily tucked in to beds without tears from anyone.

I'm basically a walking Braxton Hicks contraction. I think because I'm busy hicksing all day my body is exhausted by the evening but I'm so tense that I can't relax if that makes sense.

I've packed my hospital bag - sort of - why do I always forget to buy something? Christmas stuff is mostly taken care of and we have lots of lovely things to look forward to in the next few weeks. I got to meet up with my friend and her beautiful baby this week which is always balm for my soul and B and G are a constant source of hilarity and joy. Greig and I had an evening out for dinner and to see 'Wicked' which was wonderful.  So you know, my glass is very full, it's just pregnancy is less fun and more painful than it appears in the movies.


getting our Christmas craft on

my moomintroll decoration is my favourite ever

grier is deeply obsessed with this snowglobe and sings 'we miss you have a very christmas' about 8 billion times a day.

look see. a hospital bag with stuff in it.

dontcha wish your jumpers were as good as ours? these two won the granny lottery many times over and here's just one reason why