12-12-2008 - Christmas Cheer?

My mood while writing this blog: Hmmm, not sure

Living in the Australian tropics, I don't exactly get to have a white christmas every year. In fact, my only northern Christmas was about 6 years ago when I was on a student exchange, and since then, it's never been the same. Every movie you ever see about Christmas as a child, has snow, Santas on street corners, big christmas trees in town squares and a whole lot of Christmas cheer. Unfortunately, it's pretty hard to get that kind of Christmas feel when it's 35 degrees celsius (no idea about farenheit) and 90% humidity outside, and somehow, over the last few years, I've lost that anticipation, that exciting build up to the best day of the year. And to be honest, I guess I'm a little worried about how I can make this a magical time for my son (and any other children that may come along), when I don't feel the magic myself. It makes it harder still when families clash. I'm not going to go into it, but DH's sister has already caused issues on his side of the family, and it has really upset me because it's ruined bubby's first christmas with that side of the family. NOT HAPPY at all.

But anyway, apart from Christmas, things are going great. I've told my boss that I won't be continuing my part time work after January. The 31st is the cut-off date, and it will be final, I'm not moving it again. I've also arranged to help out with my old job (the one I had before I got pregnant with Lucas), but I'll be doing everything I need to from home. I'm a lot happier with that. I can do a couple of hours in the morning before DH goes to work, a couple of hours while bubs is asleep, etc etc. And hopefully bubby will thrive in the more relaxed atmosphere too, there won't be the pressure for him to be quiet - I had been taking him to work with me.

And as for getting pregnant again ... well, no luck there so far. I was a bit devastated when I only got my cycle back 7 months after bub was born, because I really wanted him and the next baby to be about 18 months apart. It didn't give us much time to get going. I'm sure it's a blessing in disguise though, and I find I'm a lot happier to sit and wait it out because I have work that I'm happy with to occupy my time, and of course Lukey will be a year old in a couple of months, so he becomes more of a handful everyday. He's begun pulling himself up on furniture, walking around tables, and whilst he's sticking to the army crawl, he's pretty quick, and can get through a door if you don't watch him. I was supposed to buy baby gates to keep him out of the kitchen, but it has a really awkward open plan entrance that's too wide, so he'll just have to go into his highchair while the oven/stove is on, so there's no chance he'll burn himself. He loves that anyway, because he can see more.

Enough of my rambling, bub is awake, and I have Christmas shopping to do. And from the bottom of my heart and with all the cheer I can muster, I hope all you ladies have a very merry christmas, a wonderful new year, and a few much needed BFP's!! xxoo