Tuesday, 22 October 2013

The colour of Autumn

Apparently, pineapple, raspberry tea, and walking, can hurry the labour process. I've been trying all 3 in abundance!
Pictures below are from our Sunday walk, in the forest behind the cottage.


Thursday, 17 October 2013

The unknown

The unknown can be a mysteriously dark and murky place.
Hiding in shady corners could be daunting prospects, behind closed doors there may be frightening dilemmas.
The unknown often keeps you awake at night, aiding your over active imagination, until finally you are too exhausted to think.
Or the unknown can sneak into your peaceful dreams, disturbing and interrupting, until you awake with terrifying thoughts etched into your mind.
But the unknown is not always unpleasant.
Sometimes the unknown is a sunny, welcoming, far away land, you love to escape to.
It could be full of your favourite fantasies.
The unknown could be somewhere you drift to, at the end of a rainbow, at the bottom of the turquoise ocean, or on a shining star in a velvet sky.
I am being faced with my own personal unknown.
Some days it's a joy. Other days it's a nightmare.
Oh unknown, how you can tempt and tease, and confuse me.
I am now 4 days over due. Baby T does not want to join the outside world yet.
I am full of mixed emotions about the most challenging change I have ever faced in my life.
Of course I am ecstatic about meeting him, the son my husband and I have created, and I've carried inside me for 40 weeks.
Alas with every high you can't help but dwell on a low.
Child birth is beginning to scare me a little, the pain, the concerns, that pesky unknown.
The huge responsibility of parenthood and the well being of a life you brought into the world.
And then I think about his tiny face staring back at me, and I am overwhelmed with a fierce love and protectiveness towards someone I haven't even met yet.
One thing's for sure about my forthcoming unknown, dear readers, you can be sure I'll tell you all about it.

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Home is where the heart is

Erm, had a lot of time on my hands today. So more pics from the cottage. 
View from the sofa. 
Our first anniversary cards. 
The dining area. 
The kitchen. 
On top of the cupboard. 
Bath time. 
Bed time. 

Saturday, 5 October 2013

The cupcake calm before the baby storm.

The alarm clock struck and hubby groaned.
"Ten minutes longer," he mumbled as he switched it off and turned over to snooze.
I couldn't help smiling to myself. Ten extra minutes did not apply to me. I was entitled to all the snoozing in the world.
Because I am now a housewife, dear readers.
I'm not a mother at this precise moment, as baby T is yet to make an appearance.
But I am no longer a career woman.
My maternity leave has commenced and I'm rather enjoying the calm before the baby storm.
It was strange at first, waking up as a lady of leisure and wondering how to fill my time. For the past 24 years I've worked in the publishing industry (apart from the odd bout of redundancy) and it was hard to switch off.
I couldn't help thinking about the office I'd left behind, the press days, the schedules, the banter with colleagues. Each time I glanced at my mobile phone or the clock in the kitchen, I was imagining my desk and the tasks I would be performing.
I guess it was only to be expected in the beginning, when you've said goodbye to people and a job you actually care about.
However, it did not take too long for me to adjust.
Especially when invites flooded in for lunch dates and shopping trips.
So far I've entertained friends in the lounge with cheese and broccoli quiches and vanilla cupcakes.
I've sampled hot chocolates and marshmallow cakes at my local high street with mother.
I've sat in a camper van in a Mexican restaurant, celebrating a friend's birthday.
I've browsed in shops, and laughed at the shop keepers reactions when they've seen the size of me and commented, "Goodness, you can't have much longer to go!"
I've visited the hairdressers for a much needed cut and colour.
I've also attended midwife and doctor's appointments.
And I've shopped on-line and purchased a 'baby on board' furry snail and blue and white baby clothes.
Oh I've also done some housework.
So now it's the waiting game until baby T decides he's ready to join the outside world.
And that, dear readers, will be the next, much anticipated, humongous change in my life.
Until then, I'm going to bake more cupcakes and pop to the pub over the road for my next lunch date.