In the last sixteen months I met the love of my life (long story (save it for another day) blind date, matchmaker and all) , I moved twice (once to his place in the UWS, second time across the river), got engaged, got married, got pregnant, became level three in my PhD, lost friends, made friends, started to share a bed with another human, kicked my dog out of the bed, cooked more, ate more, learnt a lot, figured out how little I know, and so on and so forth…
Now I’m here. I am ginormous. Like so big it is hard for me to get out of bed without some huge effort, or push from my significant other. And I still have a trimester and a bit to go, yay me and my gigantic baby inside my belly!
And what happens to you when you have so many changes in one go? Lots.
Some days it is hard to recognise myself in the mirror. Other days I try to remember what my life used to be like before, like way before… like not so long ago, maybe a year and a half. It’s a hard one. And there are days (especially lately, although I blame it on the hormones, really, truly) when I feel really lonely.
Of that, perhaps, another post. For now, what happens with changes? or at least what has happened to me? You become some sort of expert at everything and nothing… so here it is.