Going on a house hunt

As my wonderful husband disappears to the other side of the world for a few weeks, I am left to lead the life of a single woman again. Fortunately my fridge is full of food and there a lots of dishes to use before I run out of clean ones. (That goes for underwear too)

No sooner is he out the door, that I give up my lazy affection seeking lifestyle, after all there is no affection to be got for a while. I instead start my renewed emphasis on projects. And as I have done little preparation for the baby and will be homeless at the end of April, I though I might start the house hunt.

I had the afternoon off after a all night release, so I start with vigour (and possibly a little light headed) and call a couple of agents. I get shown, well some very small dark and expensive apartments. But they are newly renovated. I try not to tell the agent that these two bedroom apartments are half the size of my current one bedroom flat. With what is left of the day I head out to Zone 3 and get shown a place that is almost perfect. A whole house with garden, fish pond 3br and although lots of stairs and a fairly silly kitchen, I really like it. It even has a friendly cat. So then and there (because that is how things are done) I put in and offer. There are a few other offers, but well I am the sensible family option, so I have a running chance.

I then spend the evening worrying if I made the right decision. Of course now they haven't called me back. So now I am worrying that I have to look again, and may be forced to live in one of those dark dungeon apartments I saw first.....

My new plan is to go to bed, get up early and put in a really good all day Saturday push to find a place.

Aunty Natal

Dear Aunty Natal,

We attended the NCT class on Saturday with 6 other couples. Most of them were more pregnant than me and had the soccer ball strapped to belly look, as opposed to my rugby ball shape. But the social demographics matched as most women were professionals in their thirties with their first pregnancy. Just like me.

What did I learn?

• I am not supposed to head to the hospital until I get the stage of labour where it is not possible for me to take myself there. ( I have no idea how women on their own are supposed to decide to go and arrange a taxi, once they have "gone to another planet").
• Most of the best labour position involve cuddles. :)
• Husbands should not wear good shoes to the hospital, as the blood will be hard to get off them later.

Out of Denial

I am starting to let go of my denial. Sometime in the next month or so there will be a child in my life. Small demanding and persistant. I will not be going to work. I will not be living in this flat. My days will not revolve around organising gambling data. I will not be saying, lets try the new restaurant on the corner.
I will be primary caregiver to the squirming watermellon currently strapped to my belly.
Over the next weeks, I will walk more like a penguin than a person. It will be harder for me to focus on any task.

Complete irreversible change is coming, and I am a little scared of it.

I have the steps mapped. I know the tasks that need doing. 1,2,3 just follow the plan. Time to get started.