a beautiful handmade gift for the bump. something to keep his toes cosy

the countdown begins... 14, 13,....

yesterday we learned that our little bundle is going to be here a little earlier than planned. so, in as little as 13 days he could be making his very first appearance into the big wide world as the newest and smallest member of the clan. daunted? yes. some trepidation? definitely. fear? ask me again in 12 days.
because of this news yesterday was also full steam ahead day for getting the re-decorating of his room done, with grandparents-to-be and dad-to-be furiously wallpapering and painting everything in sight. it is now a gleaming space of crisp 'whisper white' and bold 'proud peacock'. admittedly, it is much nicer than it was before the ceiling-foot calamity befell it.
i am taking this new date with a hefty pinch of salt though, given how ridiculously big I am right now and the feeling that he is feeling rather too restrained in there. it may be lack of experience or simply naive of me, but I feel sure he might try and arrive under his own stream before we get to 'i' day (induction day!).
we shall wait and see and, in the meantime, continue to bounce on the birth ball.

proof is in the pudding

bun in the oven and a whole up above

there's a bun in my oven, and it's ready for the timer to go off any time. crazy, exhausting and emotional times right now, fuelled by hormones and the need to get my nest feathered and ready for our little arrival. there have been several hindrances to this process recently, all beyond my control, including the husband's leg smashing through the nursery ceiling. days after we spent hours and hours furiously cleaning, covering all surfaces in dettol and eradicating all dust and detritus from the area. alas, it was futile. 100 years of filth came pouring through the gaping casum above.
ive never heard him swear so much in my life.
accidents will happen though, so this particular debacle is now being put firmly behind us and I'm focusing on picking new wallpaper for the now much-needed refreshing of the rooms decor. every cloud...

5 days til I have to los this cosy sight.

yuletide over, new year round the corner

the vegetarian mincepies have been eaten, the mulled punch drunk and there's enough used wrapping paper here to sink a battle ship (as my nan would say), or alternatively, fill the recycling sack. so, its time to think of the new year, the eve of which my other half still refuses to discuss as it's 'way off'. erm, no, darling its 3 days away now.
having had an upsetting start to december i'm looking ahead to the new year with a hopeful outlook, fingers crossed, wishing on rainbows and bales of hay, and any other superstitious symbols of good fortune you can possibly think of.  i still think i'd rather avoid the bird's poo on the head though, if that's alright with you.
so, charge your glasses, sing Auld Lang Syne, and Happy New Year for 2011. x

hairs and graces

today's the day. the appointment is in only 4 hours away and whilst a little (litotes alert) nervous about the big chop, there's definite excitement creeping in too. this is not usually how I feel about a trip to the hairdressers. nope. disinterested, trip to the dentist-style lack of interest. the huge amount of snow outside on the street is making it all the more interesting a prospect today. challenge even. just hope it holds off long enough for my grand exit from the hairdressers with my new stylish do!