So much has happened in a short period of time, I've reached major milestones in the last year without doing much living. To elaborate, my weekends and time outside of work is generally spent hanging out at home. I don't get out too much, and when I do it's usually for food or a book buying excursion. Summed up, I'm lazy and require a high amount of time laying about being useless to feel like a person come Monday morning.
Despite that I've still managed to tuck at least two major milestones under my belt since the start of this year. I went from weary and jaded House Hunter, where we feared that we'd never find a house that we could purchase. To First Time Home Buyer and all the highs and lows that go with that, including delayed closing/escrow, and inspection issues. I went from fantasising about renovation projects to starting them, or in my case purchasing the material and watching my husband start them.
I went from talking about having children, even setting a date to start trying, to becoming pregnant in the blink of an eye. Due to a few non-controlled experiments I had hypothesised that it would take a couple months of trying before we got it right, so although it's earlier than expected and before we're really ready I'm excited. I love feeling the little movements of the baby, so tiny that I can't tell if it's a kick or just a wiggle around. When I'm bent over in an awkward position and I feel that movement like a protest at all the extra space I'm taking up, I'm sure in that case it's a kick. I can almost imagine this child's personality forming and the inevitable grumpiness that it'll more than likely inherit from both of us taking shape in that one little kick. I know it's silly, most of the kicks you see a fetus doing are pure instinct, but it's nice to imagine they're more than that.
