Oh crap, I fell off the wagon again. It was whirling along at breakneck speed, me practically leaping out of the driver's seat with blogging inspiration (I may have even shouted the odd yeeeee haaaaaaw or two) and then, out of nowhere, the giant hand of 'things to do' reached out and slapped me back to reality, waving its finger and shouting, You do not have time to blog, you worthless creature, your time is MINE, mwahahahahaha.
Oh yikes, I'm clearly rusty at this.
So, allow me to curtsy (perhaps even throw my back out in the process as a courtesy) and officially apologise. I am sorry I haven't blogged in a very long time. I am the world's worst blogger. I won't be mad if you have abandoned me. Sniff.
But, there have been things to do, like coping with the utterly
ginormous (I need a word bigger than ginormous, Mr Oxford, I mean come ON, let's think outside the box, shall we) news that I am, in fact, pregnant. Having a baby.
I KNOW. Exactly my reaction.
It is B's, just in case you were wondering. And it all went something like this:
He proposed. I did the kind thing and said yeah, 'spose.
Disclaimer: There was no baby at that time, folks, rest assured. We are evil and we've shamed the family.
We went to Thailand to celebrate our engage-moon.
Not all contraceptives do what they're meant to.
We came back, and - drum roll - a human started to grow; a cheekily three whole years ahead of my ten-year-plan.
The sound you just heard was God (or someone equivalent) sniggering at my ten-year-plan.
So... it has been hard to blog. I had a secret I couldn't share (there is some crazy rule that you're not supposed to tell anyone for three months, which is when you're quite frankly FREAKING out, feeling like absolute hell, and suddenly unable to do things like drink wine and coffee, of which you are the patron saints.) But, I'm following all the rules, even the nutty ones, like a good mum.
So, here I am, 15 weeks pregnant, and finally able to talk about the fact that we have a critter on the way. I feel like I have lots to share, such as how my reaction was really not what I thought it would be, and how awesome it is to be able to do things like add extra cheese - just because we're meant to fatten up. BOOYAH.
But, I'll save all that for other posts, because this post has already sucked enough time from your day, as well as being formally written in the 'Nat's gone nuts' genre.
But that's OK... I'm pregnant. I have the best excuse now for everything.
I forget to take the garbage out. But honey, I'm pregnant.
(Actually, I just didn't want to.)
I perform poorly in Mandarin Chinese class. But teacher, I'm pregnant.
(Actually, I just couldn't be bothered doing my homework.)
I can't go and get the milk. But honey, I'm pregnant.
(Actually, I'd just rather you did it.)
But it's good to be back. It's great to be able to share this news. We are truly THRILLED. And our baby is going to have the BEST baby-daddy in the world. Now, can it just get his temperament, patience, intelligence, sense of humour, pouty lips, straight nose, soft skin, curly hair and chocolate eyes?
Hear that God? No chuckles this time. Sweet. Tks.