Saturday!

Woo hoo! I can legitimately do nothing and I don't have to worry about going to work, for a WHOLE DAY! I tell you _ I've been looking forward to Saturdays a lot more lately!
I know I'm lucky; the only real ''symptoms'' I have are tiredness and permanently sore boobs. Otherwise, I've been feeling pretty good, so I have no reason to complain.
I'm just having a hard time coming to terms with the tiredness. It's SO unlike me to crawl back into bed during the day for any reason, but lately, when I get tired enough, that's exactly what I've been doing.
I need to stop fighting it, because that just adds stress and stress is bad for both of us.
It's so weird to think of myself as a ''we''.
My first scan is in a month or so; then there's the 20-week scan where we're going to find out what we're having; J is really looking forward to that one. I know people have differing opinions, but I'm having enough surprises with this pregnancy thing as it is, thankyouverymuch. And what could be a bigger surprise than pushing out a human?
Besides, I want to be as organised as I can now, because I know once the baby is here, all bets are off.
What else. I'm doing pretty good so far on the 10-project challenge; haven't started anything new. I do have a project I want to do for a friend of mine and I have the fabric and threads for it but I'm going to try and hold off until I've finished at least one.
My stitching and reading have been sporadic this week and my writing non-existent.
For now, I'm just trying to learn to roll with the punches.

Listy McList

Okay. Here are my 10 projects for the Project Challenge: (In no particular order)

-Fairy Moon
-Breast Cancer Mandala freebie
-Iris
-Margay Cat
-Madonna of the Garden
-Amid Amish Life
-Charity square
-EMS Kitchen Alphabet
-Monet Impressions
-Tempest in a teacup

My exceptions are threads for existing projects, and UK magazines; a weakness I can't give up.

Reality cheque

Well, no home for us. Apparently we're servicing too much debt. The woman at the bank just kept saying it and I just wanted to yell shut up shut up shut up! So we'll be renting for a while longer _ a couple of years at least.
The midwife came for her first visit on Wednesday and all is well; my iron levels are good and she seems nice, so all systems go.
It's been a quiet week here, apart from my psychotic mood swings which I just can't seem to control.
I've joined the Project Challenge on the Wagon, for 10 projects. I still have to work out which 10, but it should be interesting.

Dark and gloomy

The weather, that is. It's all windy, and rainy and cold. And I have to go to work this afternoon.
Woo hoo.
I started stitching again, working on an old WIP. Feels good, though.
Had a very quiet Saturday, mostly just catching up on some TV programmes, stitching and reading. We also rented some DVDs and watched Underworld: Evolution. Which wasn't horribly bad.
I'm trying to think. I really am.
I'm kind of not looking forward to going to work tonight, because P will be back from holiday and she has a very nasty habit of calling up stories ON OTHER PEOPLE'S PAGES and changing things because gosh, she's right and the rest of us are idiots. I've had particular issues with her because I took over doing the sports pages and every night, before she went away for two weeks, she'd call up stuff on my pages and change them without telling me.
I could rant and rave at her, as others have done, but what does this 40-something woman do? Throw a hissy and go home.
The bosses that be that we have now, apart from one, are useless at this stuff and won't come down on her and, quite frankly, the VERY LAST THING I need in my life is stress. It's not healthy anyway, but especially now, it's not healthy for me or for Blip. (I must come up with a new name. I'm nearly two months and Blip is bigger than that now).
So, I don't know.
Between P being I'm-better-than-everyone and S doing her I'm-the-only-person-in-the-universe thing, I'm surprised my head doesn't come off.
There's always someone, isn't there. No matter what you do, or where you work. There's always someone. And intellectually, I know it doesn't matter. It really doesn't. I'm just frustrated I guess, and I needed to get it out of my brain. Makes it seem a lot smaller when it's in print.
Otherwise, we're doing fine. Blip is fine, I'm fine.
The midwife is coming on Wednesday for her first visit and then we're going to the bank to see if we qualify for a 100% home loan. That stuff is FAR more interesting!

Um ........

I really have nothing much to say. Blip is doing well. I'm feeling good most of the time, just more tired than usual.
I'm having a 'meh' moment. Don't feel like stitching anything really; the Iris I'm working on is for a friend's wedding but she's not getting married until next August and she's been getting on my nerves A LOT lately. So I've put it away for now. But, of course, all of my other WIPs are making me go 'meh' as well.
Don't feel much like reading anything ... whinge, whinge, whinge.
Had lunch with the family today, it was my niece B's 5th birthday. She's very excited about starting school tomorrow.
We went to see Lady in the Water and I know it's been panned, but we loved it. Just loved it.
Came home. Watched TV.
Meh.

Back from outside space

It feels like it's been longer than it has.
Most things continue as normal. Or as ''normal'' as it ever gets. Apart from Blip, of course, who is due in May. And here was I, complaining about being in a rut. Be careful what you wish for!
For now, I seem to have passed the freaking-out stage. Now I'm just waiting to see what happens, I guess. I have blood tests and my first scan to book in for.
So far, apart from being more tired than usual, I feel okay *fingers crossed*.
I'm still working on the Iris pattern for my friend, although her wedding has now been put back until August (not that they had set a date anyway). I'm enjoying working on it, but I want to get it done and dusted.
Work continues much the same as usual. The usual irritants and frustrations.
I haven't done any writing, really. I'm beginning to think Blip has stolen my brain ...
Cats all well.