Breathing - I've started pregnancy yoga and am learning how to the breathe. Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? I've always known I'm a bit rubbish at doing it properly - I even wear a bracelet engraved with the word 'breathe' - to remind me to breathe when I'm stressed. When the pressure at work is particularly awful, I'll wake up halfway through the night hyperventilating. All very silly - but, I am learning some useful techniques and have already found myself applying it on the commute.
Almost - a word that is becoming a little overused this way. We've almost finished the sitting room, bar the new bookcase being delivered (delayed by 4 weeks - grump), agreeing on the sofa (I'm thinking Ikea's Ektorp given its machine-washable fabulousness and shallow-depth and the fact that in 13 weeks time life will change forever, however Mr M's not keen) and ordering the sideboard for the TV.
Progress - slow, but getting there. The hallway has been stripped. I'm almost there on the never-ending sorting of the front room's contents. The walls are partially stripped and the peculiar headboard has been dismantled. The temptation to get a skip and chuck all our stuff in it is particularly strong right now given that we've pretty much run out of room in the storage unit - the delayed bookcase is really not helping!
Stumped - should we take the ceilings down, who should be brought in first - the plasterer or the electrician, where on earth do people buy flat sheets for deep king size beds from (Any idea? Had no idea it would be such a tricky thing to buy), which pram-travel system thing we should go for, why do I appear incapable of going to bed early, how did I manage to choose such rubbish books from the library (such a disappointment), why did we buy a house that needed so much work? Gah!
And then it was March…and we began to run out of weekends to get everything done.
Right-ho - off to practise that breathing!