I'm an auntie!

Nothing beats the amazement of holding a one day old baby in your arms and wondering how on earth it came out ready to roll from the belly of my sister in law. And even more amazing that my big big bump hosts another one of them. Nephew, meet your cousin cubling, kicking hard to welcome you into this stormy world.

With all the toing and froing, overdue dates, Christmas, family from different places and going to different places, there hasn't been much time for posting. More than that, I've entered a stage of hibernation and pregnancy induced lethargy, in an attempt to manage the forthcoming 7 weeks and 1 day of work before my maternity leave starts. I love my job, don't get me wrong, but it's getting harder with interrupted sleep, heavy legs, big bump and a cubling that constantly reminds me of its presence. There is a concern that it will be hard to concentrate on my work, and that the pressure to complete pieces of work before I go on leave will needlessly stress me out. While so far, pregnancy has treated me kindly (if I am to ignore my spotty back, which is anything but kind), and there is no reason to believe that I won't be fit enought to work right up to my due dates, the though of it frightens me because at the end of the day, I have no idea how I will feel in 7 weeks, 2 weeks, or even tomorrow. I have simply not been here before.

The festive days and 10 days of holiday have also brough home to me that I can easily entertain myself with hypnobirthing practices, watching nature programmes on telly, walking dogs, reading expectant mums' forums, visiting people, knitting, sewing and planning for the new life to be born. I'm ashamed of myself that I haven't even managed to read or do serious exercise, or in fact post to my blog. Days are short and it's getting harder to motivated my bumpy self to do sensible stuff.

In this spirit, I'm off to watch some telly to prepare for my last day of freedom. Nighty night!