And then I got distracted…

So I was about to write a New Years Eve post, but then Paris Hilton came on TV and I was stuck looking at her, trying to work out why she was showing so much boobage…

Hmmmm.

Moving right along…

It’s the last day of the year and everywhere I look bloggers are doing a yearly recap or they are talking about their resolutions or whatever. Which is fine, but really, it’s not something I want to do all that badly. 2008 was great in some respects and pretty downright awful in others and I don’t think I have the energy to recap. Also resolutions? Not something I do or have ever done. Ever. Sue me.

I mean, I could talk about how I have had to put my laptop down twice since starting this blog post to go and change Amy’s nappy. Or that said nappy had the consistency of chocolate sauce just without the delicious smell that one associates with chocolate.

I could also talk about how I just found the hugest chunk of snot in my hair courtesy of Amy who appears to be leaking bodily fluids like a sieve, but even the thought of the cold snot is squicking me out a little, so we’ll just not think about it too much anymore.

What are we left with?

Pregnancy?

Hell, that’s always good for a few paragraphs.

I had been hanging on New Years Eve as a good day to give birth. In fact, it would have been an excellent day. However, seeing as how New Years Eve has only approximately 5.5 hours left to go, I doubt very much I will be having the baby today. Therefore, by my thinking BRING ON 2009!

If I could walk without flinching I would be walking around the property line, stopping every once in a while to do star jumps. We’re officially Full Term now, so anytime this baby decides to appear is good with me.

I kind of miss walking and sleeping without pain and all that jazz.

[And if some smart arse jumps in and tells me that 'well you KNOW you will be sleeping less when he arrives, don't you?' I might just have to throw something disgusting at them. Like Amy's nappy. OF COURSE I know I will be sleeping less, but I fully guarantee that the less sleep I will be getting will be much more restful because at least I will be able to roll over without feeling like someone is cleaving my pelvis in half with an axe. Hmmph. Also walking.]

So yes, very ready to be done and to have him here.

You hear that baby? ANYTIME you want to come out and meet us is good with me.

I had a few hours of contractions yesterday morning, but they weren’t too painful (read: I could still talk through them) and they petered out to nothing.

However I have discovered that trying to use a heat pack while Amy is awake is useless. Someone keeps stealing it while declaring ‘TankYOU Mummy! It’s Amy’s warm! Nice warm, TankYOU Mummy!’

If I heat up both heat packs? She steals them both.

Both heat packs AND the hot water bottle? Yeah, don’t even think about it. They are all Amy’s apparently.

Sigh. Good thing she isn’t going to be about while I am giving birth. She would probably steal all my pillows along with the juice and heat packs.

Toddlers = no concept of sharing, unless they want something of yours. Then sharing is a big deal ['You needa SHARE Mummy! SHARE wiv Amy!']

So yeah, bring on 2009 and the arrival of this little one. Then Amy will HAVE to learn to share and I might be allowed to use my own heat pack again.

[Actual non-humorous updates? My pelvis is more excruciating than ever. We're at 37 weeks now, so I'm counting down the days until I can start to heal again. Which hip is going to hurt on any given day is still like a coin toss though. Everything is more than ready for his arrival, except for my hospital bag being packed. Heh.

Amy is doing really well, she finally clicked that there is a real baby in my tummy. It probably helped that she had to come into the Pregnancy Assessment Centre - PAC - with me Xmas night when I needed to be checked out for funny vision and numb hands. She got to hear his heartbeat as well as look at the posters of the babies in the uterus. Not entirely sure that she has got the concept completely, but hey too late to turn back now.

We also have some sort of virus that has left me chesty and Amy leaking snot and tears and fevery liquids everywhere. Thank god for Panadol.

Also, my camera is broken. Hence the lack of a 37 week photo. Shall need to buy a new camera before I go insane.

And that's me for 2008! Thankyou to everyone who reads here.]