Tempting fate, seismic changes and hello again.
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You may have noticed it’s been a while since my last post and email. It’s because life got real messy.
About a week after I wrote my last post about small incremental life changes and the impact on our homes, I was hit with a selection of rather massive and sudden ones in quick succession. Within days my nan had died, my dad was taken seriously ill, and I found out I was pregnant. I’m not one to believe in tempting fate, but it did make me question for a little minute if someone or something was laughing at me. Definitely a case of famous last words.
Without going into too many details, it’s been a tough few months. But thankfully dad is doing much better; my husband and I are starting to get our heads round the fact that we’re having a kid; and I don’t really believe this but it’s a pretty nice daydream I sometimes like to entertain that nan had something to do with me getting pregnant (in comforting, rather than creepy, way!)
The usual life admin has been chugging along behind the scenes too – friends, family, home, day job, travelling to present, research and run workshops. All this combined I just haven’t felt like I’ve had the headspace to sit down and write. Until tonight that is. It’s the beginning of the long Bank Holiday weekend, the sun is shining, 6Music is playing and I’m ready to roll again.
But long gone is the gradual evolution of our home as we too gradually evolve. I feel like this is the beginning of a monumental shift in my ability and inclination to do the things I have for so long taken for granted, which is only going to get worse after the kid arrives and then refuses to stop growing.
It’s already started. Not just the things I’ve mentioned, but new physical and mental changes every day to contend with. Last week fighting through the random attacks of deep engulfing tiredness. This week developing the rather sexily named Pelvic Girdle Pain (PGP). My sacrum joint (in my butt basically) is not having a fun time at the moment and I’ve had to give up jogging else it feels a bit like my right leg is going to fall off. Even sitting on the sofa has become a genuine pain in the arse.
Yet I am actually relishing adapting with these changes (though ask me again in a a few months I may have changed my mind…). I’ve been jabbering on about making our home a lifetime home for years; one that works for me and my husband at aged 83, but right now aged 33. Well, now it’s going to have to work for a 3 day old, a 3 month old, a 3 year old too. Things could get interesting. I’m not just talking about kid-proofing our house, I’m talking about genuinely future-proofing it (as far as we can in a rented property). There is so much interesting, adaptable, flexible design out there, I can’t wait to see how our home can change with us to support us. And I look forward to sharing this experience with you.
I am also well aware by writing this I might be tempting fate again and this is probably about to open an almighty can of worms. So just as a disclaimer, if there is something or someone omnipotent out there reading this, I hope you’ve enjoyed it and keep following the blog, but please be nice 🙂
Good to be back. Have a lovely Bank Holiday one and all 🙂