Hapy New Year!

You know what one of my pet peeves is? When people invite you to dinner, you accept, and then they ask you to bring a dish. I'm not talking about a potluck, or a situation where everyone has agreed one person will host and everyone else will pitch in. Those are acceptable. Like when I was on maternity leave, we used to do lunches at each other's houses, and we'd all bring something. It was a communal thing.

But if you invite me to a dinner party, do not ask me to bring a salad! And especially do not ask me two days beforehand when the interim day is a stat holiday. I hate having to do an unplanned grocery trip on a day when I'd planned to loll about and stare at my two-year old all day.

D has this compulsion. He will OFFER to bring something. It's like a disease for him. You can't invite him anywhere before he's offering to bring something and then agreeing to make 25 canapes. I'm always standing next to him waving my hands in front of my throat to say "DON'T DO IT!"

Anyway, maybe these sorts of uncharitable thoughts are why I'm spending my New Year's deliciously, lazily, devouring a book. We recently started "reducing" LM's nap, which means he's actually asleep at a decent hour (read: before 10:30) and I have all this wonderful free time in the evening. It's even worth not having the looooong break mid-day. Tonight, D fell asleep with him too and I'm still wondering whether to wake him up, or just to fall into my own bed all alone and greet 2010 in the morning.

To the rest of you, Happy New Year!

Happy Days

Love love love the delicious smell of Christmas baking filling the house. Love love love new cleaning lady who is not completely insane. (Note to self: do not hire people over Craig's list without conducting extensive reference check.) Love love love new hot water dispenser in kitchen. Tea!! On demand!!! Love love love that I no longer feel nauseous and queasy (now 15 weeks for anyone who's counting.)

Not so thrilled that I still feel completely and utterly exhausted. Every day at 2:15 I hit a wall. If I'm at work, it requires coffee and generally means a huge loss of productivity. Keep in mind this is coming from someone who went through all of law school's late nights, including a pregnancy, with nary a cup. If I'm at home, it means a nap that lasts approximately 2.5 hours until I (a) am awoken by a toddler who can no longer keep himself away, or (b) rouse myself out of guilt. The other day I came home at 3 as I was not busy. There were renovaters in my kitchen. Renovating. Moving large pieces of equipment. Sawing pieces of tile. My kitchen is approximately 10 feet from my bedroom door since I live in a bungalow. I crawled into bed and fell asleep. Didn't even hear them leave.

I organised a "sponsor a family" event for Christmas this year; did the same last year. I dropped off our bundle of presents this year in person to a woman, single mother, my age with 4 children. The five of them live in a space about 1/2 the size of our (small!) bungalow. Kinda puts it in perspective, doesn't it? Wow.

Quick Drop-in

I wish I could post more but I am just so fricking exhausted that if I don't have to work, I collapse in bed by 9:30. I am well into Tri 2 but I am soooooooo exhausted. When does this end again? I actually STARTED puking at 13 weeks. I mean, is that fair? No. It's not. I can't wait until I hit 18 or 19 - I'll have a real belly, and hopefully my energy will be back, at least for a while.

Ugh.