sick

I am already having guilt feelings about my blog - and barely just got back up and running, how sad.
my news is meagre these days - and I feel I have little of interest to share, unless you want to know the minutiae of my grind through this all day morning sickness. It's dull, and much like having an old auntie drone on about her ailments, of little or no interest to others. Besides that, nobody can do anything to help.

My activity levels are seriously reduced as well, hence further lack of news, as I don't really do much these days.

dull dull dull. hurry up and get better I say.

making choices

I withraw from my flat purchase this week. I hade been about to buy a lovely 2 bed victorian flat, a bit of a project, but right in Falmouth, and just perfect to make a little home here. I'm quietly gutted about it's loss, as I had been so looking forward to moving out of my 'room' and having a door of my own. But you can't have it all. I console myself with thoughts of being with Mr V, and having a family.

and so it begins

I have barely had a chance to get used to the idea of having a baby, and planning alll the lovely things I am going to make, when the sickness hits me like a brick. Coupled with a rotten cold I am wretched and bed ridden for a week.

this is not good.

I pray for relief. try every remedy.

nothing.

revelation

I had a reflexology session at the weekend, I love reflexology, a nice lady called Amanda comes to my house, puts on some relaxing music and gives me a foot massage. She'll read my feet, if any part is sensitive, she'll be able to determine which part of the body it corresponds to – I love that. So after my first session a few weeks back, she said I had sinus problems and it might be my eyes. So off I went to Vision express, for an eye test. My eyes are fine. So that was something of a blind alley (that's not a pun). Back to the point. This time, I reacted to a sensitive point on my ankle, which apparently, is corresponding to the uterus. Hmm. Well I'm not sure – after the last escapade, I'm not jumping to any conclusions.

I now realise having done a test, that I am pregnant. It's still sinking in.
Mr V is silently shocked as well.

Spring challenge

Every year, as winter recedes, I find myself surprised at the utter joy and excitement I feel at the promise summer.

It is as if 'there is a light at the end of the tunnel' and I am beginning to realise just how much the winter months close in on life and how much they affect us. With a natural talent for the melancholy, I assume that I suffer more than average, But it is hard to tell.

the Longer daylight hours, and the milder air, are all so refreshing. This year they have emboldened me to take on a swimming challenge, to swim 1 mile in the sea from Padstow to rock, for a cancer charity. It was quite telling even to myself that I was happy to jump at the challenge, despite not swimming regularly for a few years, and certainly not in the sea around Britan. A 10K run, something every woman and her dog is doing these days, hasn't, and i feel sure wouldn't, be entertained so readily, despite my recent running regime seeing me manage a 6k run comfortably. I have realised that I love to swim, it makes me happy, and rarely bores or pains me as running does. I have made it a new commitment, to make sure I do it. If it makes me happy then it must be good.

Having proclaimed all this, I must add that I have yet to enter the sea since reviving my swimming passion. I have told myself that I cannot enter the sea unless I have a wetsuit, for fear of Hypothermia. The temperature of the waters in these parts at this time of year could be anything from 10 to 15 Celsius, not an inviting thought. Swimming wetsuits are, I have recently discovered, a specialised, and not inexpensive luxury. I already have 2 wetsuits, but these are for diving, and therefore, not suitable (a terrible pun) for swimming. The part of my brain that tells me everything must be right and correct before proceeding (with caution) has convinced me that I MUST HAVE, a new wetsuit.
'Ouch', responds my bank balance.
Fortunately, the researcher- in another part of my brain, has found a place to hire them, thus reducing the cost.
'phew'

Now I am plucking up the courage to order my wetsuit, for I know that once it arrives, I shall have no more excuses to avoid the Sea.
The swim is in 6 weeks. Not long to hone my open water skills.
Perhaps I need a book as well? just to make sure I get it right...
yes I am sure a book would help.
I shall put the researcher on to it right away.

back in the blog

I realise have restarted writing my blog, it happened in the beginning of May, it's a surprise to me, and sprung from nowhere. I think it is the weather. Life is such a grind in Winter.