Expectant
I've just read the entry I wrote on the 28th of April last year (lo, one of only three I managed to write) and am, as usual, amazed at what a bad blogger I am.
Life has continued much as it was. I had a wonderful time at WisCon and came home laden with new books and all fired up to do lots of writing and be more involved with fandom and generally not be such a hermit, but... it didn't really happen. Life got to me again.
I did find a different job to apply for, but didn't get it. I had mixed feelings about it, really - the job itself was very cool, with the Shakespeare Centre Library in Stratford-on-Avon - but I'd have been the lone archivist, which I'm not sure I'm ready for, and it would have involved moving a long way from my family, which... likewise. It would have been good for J, though, since his own family are not that far from Stratford. C'est la vie. And things ground on in a sort of holding pattern for the rest of the summer.
However, in late September J and I decided that after talking about it for a long while, we would actually try to have a baby, and we conceived during my next cycle. I had somehow convinced myself we would have trouble conceiving, so am still slightly amazed that it happened just like that.
So I'm pregnant. 33 weeks pregnant at the moment, in fact. In two weeks I'll be on maternity leave; in a month the baby could be here (well, he could be here any time, but I hope he'll stay put until term!)
Health-wise I've had a very easy ride through pregnancy, really; no morning sickness, and not even much weight gain yet. Up until 6 months, I was still mostly in normal clothes and didn't look pregnant; I still don't look definitely pregnant, just a bit chunkier than usual in the stomach. But the baby is growing fine (it's all down to my long torso). I have had some pelvic pain, which is made worse by my genetic tendency to extra-lax ligaments, but nothing unmanageable.
At the moment I am surprisingly zen about labour. I did my share of tormenting myself mentally during the early stages of the pregnancy (I thought I might be having an ectopic pregnancy, and then I thought every twinge was a miscarriage starting, and then I worried about the Down's test). But most of the things I was worrying about haven't happened. I'm well aware that things don't always go to plan, but... I'm just not worrying too much at the moment. Ask me again in a few weeks.
I do have some trouble thinking of this baby as a real person who is going to have a real existence, even though he clearly has a will of his own and boots me in the lungs and kidneys on a regular basis. But in a few weeks we get to meet him. Weird. But cool. But weird!
Life has continued much as it was. I had a wonderful time at WisCon and came home laden with new books and all fired up to do lots of writing and be more involved with fandom and generally not be such a hermit, but... it didn't really happen. Life got to me again.
I did find a different job to apply for, but didn't get it. I had mixed feelings about it, really - the job itself was very cool, with the Shakespeare Centre Library in Stratford-on-Avon - but I'd have been the lone archivist, which I'm not sure I'm ready for, and it would have involved moving a long way from my family, which... likewise. It would have been good for J, though, since his own family are not that far from Stratford. C'est la vie. And things ground on in a sort of holding pattern for the rest of the summer.
However, in late September J and I decided that after talking about it for a long while, we would actually try to have a baby, and we conceived during my next cycle. I had somehow convinced myself we would have trouble conceiving, so am still slightly amazed that it happened just like that.
So I'm pregnant. 33 weeks pregnant at the moment, in fact. In two weeks I'll be on maternity leave; in a month the baby could be here (well, he could be here any time, but I hope he'll stay put until term!)
Health-wise I've had a very easy ride through pregnancy, really; no morning sickness, and not even much weight gain yet. Up until 6 months, I was still mostly in normal clothes and didn't look pregnant; I still don't look definitely pregnant, just a bit chunkier than usual in the stomach. But the baby is growing fine (it's all down to my long torso). I have had some pelvic pain, which is made worse by my genetic tendency to extra-lax ligaments, but nothing unmanageable.
At the moment I am surprisingly zen about labour. I did my share of tormenting myself mentally during the early stages of the pregnancy (I thought I might be having an ectopic pregnancy, and then I thought every twinge was a miscarriage starting, and then I worried about the Down's test). But most of the things I was worrying about haven't happened. I'm well aware that things don't always go to plan, but... I'm just not worrying too much at the moment. Ask me again in a few weeks.
I do have some trouble thinking of this baby as a real person who is going to have a real existence, even though he clearly has a will of his own and boots me in the lungs and kidneys on a regular basis. But in a few weeks we get to meet him. Weird. But cool. But weird!