Play

Having completely missed what the prompt word for The Theme Game was this week, I've been left feeling a bit uninspired and my head's in it's midweek-not-in-blogging space.

But, I've been sitting awake since 2:45am trying to think. This came to me. 

Moby. Play.

Image nabbed from www.amazon.co.uk (it's 4am!)

What a great album. I shall mostly be listening to it for the rest of the week. 

What album do you think you need to dig out for an airing? 

New

Reality is kicking in.

We're on the final countdown to our big 'new'. Our second baby. A brand new life.

Starting all over again. 

E will be a new big sister. We'll be new parents again. A new family of four.

I'm looking at all of E's stuff that is out and ready for it's second round. As good as new, some of it virtually untouched. But all new to this baby.

We can't wait to meet you, little new.

Water

I keep having weird dreams. I know that's normal in pregnancy. But the majority of my dreams involve my waters breaking in hugely inconvenient situations. The most commonly reoccurring dream is that my waters go in my office, at work, during a free period, much to the horror of my male (currently childless) colleague who I share the office with, who panics and flaps while I stand there in a puddle wondering what to do next.

You see, the whole notion of 'my waters going' is a complete mystery to me. Because at some point between 2am and 7am the day I had my daughter, my waters just seemed to disappear. They were there when they scanned for her position, and then when they were checking my progress they were gone. But no one knows where, and I have no recollection of it.

So actually, I don't know what it feels like for my waters to go, and unless this one decides to make an early appearance, I wont find out this time either, being a planned sunroof situation.

A lot of my friends had dreams like this in pregnancy; dreams where they were always having a particular gender, or where the gender they dreamed about was not the gender they were being told they were having; dreams that they were going to go into labour early; dreams that they were going to end up labouring in frankly bizzare and unexpected situations.

And some of their dreams came true.

Which makes me wonder, should I stop joking about my waters flooding my office? I'm not sure my colleague would ever recover.

I'd love to hear of any funny 'waters' situations. The whole thing fascinates me, and I suspect will remain a mystery to me. Unless I am in fact Paul the Psychic Octopus...

Joining in with #thethemegame - what an apt theme for the week! 

Doorway

Last week I chose my thirteen favourite photos of 2013 for a blog post. I took in excess of 12,000 photos last year. It was tricky and so many got left out.

Then The Reading Residence and Redpeffer launched The Theme Game... I was excited at the prospect... I love a game. The theme for the week is 'Doorway' and the first thing that came to mind was the number of photographs I took last year including doorways or openings... Including some of my very favourites.

So, here's 2013 in review from a different perspective.