I'm finally emerging from my cocoon to re-enter the land of the living.
It's been an odd holiday season this year. Usually I'm all about the Christmas. I was excited that I finally had space for a TREE and DECORATIONS and we could really do it up right. But the schedule was weird this year, which made it hard to simultaneously find the time and energy to get the ball rolling on that. Being 7 months pregnant didn't help things any. So I finally just gave up on it all.
But there were still to be CELEBRATIONS filled with PRESENTS. Which there were, but thanks to the snow that descended upon the Northwest for the past few weeks it turned getting the shopping and preparations done into much more of a chore than an adventure. In at least a couple of cases my gift-giving was majorly influenced by the weather, as I did not have access to the stores I wanted or time to really hunt down that PERFECT gift and just had to make-do. (Thankfully, the recipients of the gifts in question seemed very pleased with what they did end up with, so all is well). Even getting to have the celebrations was a bit hit-or-miss. It was a little touch-and-go as to whether or not we would make it up to Seattle for TRP's family gathering. Were it not for a little bit of luck, an all wheel drive car, sheer willpower, and stalking the hour-by-hour feature on The Weather Channel's website we never would have made it. My family's gathering was postponed until this last weekend, to give my parents time to thaw out a wee bit.
To add insult to injury, I came down with the world's most vicious cold on Christmas morning. So I couldn't even enjoy the day snuggled up with my Sweetie, engaging in our traditional Christmas picnic. It was strictly cup-of-soup and hot cocoa for me. Seems there's some discrepancy on whether or not it's OK to take cold medicine or decongestants when you are knocked-up. Doctor says many are OK, pharmacist says any of them can cause an unhealthy rise in blood pressure. I played it safe and stuck to incessant moaning and neti pot usage to try and come out of this thing alive.
It's made me glad that we're about to turn the calendar over to another year. Tomorrow I've got two doctor's appointments (regular check-up with the OB and the 7th ultrasound of the pregnancy to see if Hedgehog is still a monster-sized baby), and January is filled with classes and preparations for the birth. Now that the social obligations are out of the way life can be all preparing for baby all the time from now until the kiddo arrives.
When I look back at my life I suspect that 2008 is going to just be a blip on the screen, if that. 2007 saw leaving the Puget Sound and buying this house. 2009 is going to give us a kid. How can 2008 compare to either of those?
But on further reflection, 2008 might be even more stellar than that. This is the year that we started to turn our house into a home. The home where we will raise Hedgehog, and any future wildlife we may have. I fully suspect that this will be the home they live in when they graduate from high school and where they bounce back to in their 20's when they need to move home with Mom and Dad for a spell. This is also the year that I made a freaking kid. Which is the most fucking surreal thing ever on the face of the planet because it's a pretty darn passive action for something with so much activity going on.