It’s been a few weeks since I’ve reflected on the things that have brought me joy, and I’m a bit late joining the party today but I wanted to take the chance. My blogging has been a little erratic whilst I finish up work and deal with late pregnancy tiredness, so I’m trying to make a point of writing when I have the time. God knows how erratic it will be once baby boy gets here!
I have three days left of work and then I’m on maternity leave. The midwife came out to our house yesterday to assess the place for our home birth. We’ve unpacked and washed all the clothes, nappies, bedding, steriliser and travel system. Things are getting real, but I’m actually feeling all the calmer for it.
It’s nice to take this chance to reflect on things other than baby and pregnancy though – as you can tell from my last few posts I seem to have a one track mind right now but there actually are other things going on too!
…Chocolat by Joanne Harris. Oh, I loved this! It’s been sitting on my shelf for years, since I saw the film. I kept putting it off as I’m sure someone somewhere had said it was a difficult read. I don’t know what they meant by that, as I didn’t find the writing or the subject difficult at all! It was delicious – funny, captivating, thought provoking and was the literary equivalent of unwrapping and biting into one of the luxury chocolates straight off the pages. The characters are all so rich, from the self-important and vile priest right down to the imaginary friend rabbit of little Anouk, and I loved the themes of friendship, inclusiveness and questioning of what really is good and evil.
I’ve also read a few blog posts about the BiB awards…which as a newbie blogger seems a million miles removed from what I’m doing. But it looks exciting, so you never know maybe this time next year I’ll have enough experience to throw my hat in the ring. If the reaction to my post about what I’ve learned about blogging so far is anything to go by, I’m learning things all the time. I wish the best of luck to anyone who’s canvasing for votes just now (and to anyone trying to narrow down their favourite bloggers)!
The last ever Person of Interest *sob* Hubs and I have watched this since the beginning, and for me it’s never had a slow season. I love the episode stories, where the team save people identified by a Big Brother-style surveillance machine, and also the overreaching storyline of the team who fight to protect the machine and carry out it’s missions. There’s some really great female characters in it, which you don’t often see…I was obsessed with Root! I’ll really miss the show.
I’ve also found myself sucked into One Born Every Minute for the first time in years. Hubs knows to stay away when I’m watching, as I spend half the time shouting at the telly and the other half blubbing!
Honestly, I think I’ve found a new addiction – adding music to my birth playlist! 79 songs and counting, which is silly because at the speed I pop my babies out I’ll never get to listen to all the tracks. But I’m determined that this will be the labour which I finally get to listen to my music. My first was in a hospital and the CD player was broken, my second was so rushed that music didn’t feature, so this time I’m hitting play at the first hint of a twinge.
I’ve also been listening to my hypnobirthing sessions…when I remember. I need to get more regular with that!
I struggle with this section every time! I’ve not even cooked anything new this week, so I can’t claim that. I have decided that one of my maternity leave projects will be to learn to bake, so hopefully I’ll have something to share here if the results aren’t too shameful. I don’t know what it is about baking, but it’s something I’ve never mastered. It’s like witchcraft! But I’m determined to at least make a passable batch of brownies to win the approval of my boys.
I’m tempted to force Hubs to paint my toenails, as I can no longer reach my feet. But after hearing my friend’s story about when her hubby painted hers in pregnancy (apparently it looked like he’d basically just dipped each toe straight into the pot of polish) I’m a bit scared. Wish me luck (and pretty tootsies!).