Hi All,
Interesting to read about Runnyhabit's feelings of excitement. I get the odd flutter now, but then this morning, I burst into tears about the state of our dusty house. I'm not exaggerating, it really is dreadful; I mean, my kitchen is pretty clean and I hoover and so on, we're not total scuzzers, but we have thousands and thousands of books (literally), in part because DP is a pyschotherapist and I'm a university teacher and novelist, so books are our trade as well as our 'thing'. And thousands of books (and their shelves) don't get dusted, plus the dust goes onto all the other crap we have about. WHAT IS THE POINT OF ORNAMENTS, FFS? So I was sobbing that we couldn't possibly bring a newborn into this dustbowl, and that we shouldn't really have it like this for DS either. Last night, I was sobbing because I didn't believe we'd ever get the nursery done. And just now, I read the thread about that programme last night and sobbed again
It seemed so much easier last time, when I wasn't trying to juggle everything, particularly a toddler's needs. He's no real trouble, it has to be said - it's just how to sort the other stuff around him. And I am still worried about breaking his heart when the baby comes.
Sorry: I don't post much, and when I do, I moan. Are those of you who are getting excited the more organized among us?