keep on breathing, keep on breathing...

Hate to be a worry-wart, but I guess it's permissible for the time being.

The movers come to pack us for Auckland on Tuesday. It feels way too soon, and like I am completely unprepared for all of this, but that's life, huh? This weekend has been reasonably hectic and to make it all the more so, it is Pride. Ugh.

I'm not usually such an anti-Pride kinda gay, and I usually drag the boy to the festivities. This year - even tho it is quite literally at the end of the street - I can't be bothered. I wish they would all just go home and leave our little street quiet and forgotten so I can chuck stuff out in peace.

I don't feel completely stressed out - but I do feel like I am teetering on the brink, somewhat. "It is only a couple of days.." I tell myself "..and then it will be done and time to move on to the next challenge" (preparing to be apart for three months). Blech.

"I'm too old for this shit" I find myself muttering. I just want to crawl under the comforter and curl into a fetal position for the next week.

Still, on the bright and exciting side, we are telling people about the baby now. It's fun, both to tell, and to watch reactions. Some folks just don't know what to do with it (mostly those who don't know us super-well). Everyone is very interested in the details of the conception, which I guess is to be expected. We aren't however being forthcoming with those details, essentially as they are; a) Nunya, and b) kinda insignificant in the big picture.

I am enjoying explaining how fun it will be to have a baby home in New Zealand. It feels very real and "on the money", and the perfect place/way for us to parent for the first two and a half years. There is so much that will be so much easier raising a small child in New Zealand society, the most important part being able to have the opportunity to share that with my family.

My Mum and Dad are great grandparents - probably better than they were parents - which I am looking forward to tapping into. All in good time, all in good time.

Soon enough, Baby Bear, soon enough.

yael naim new soul clip

LOVE this song

Surely, this too shall pass

Sometimes life throws more curve balls than one anticipates. Things seem to be sailing along well, and the little chinks in the pavement seem to be on the verge of sealing to a smooth finish. Then, from out of what one thought was a clear blue sky comes the curve ball. Plummeting towards you, as you stand helpless (or is it hapless) on the plate, bat in hand. "Think fast" someone screams to you, "Watch out" from another.

You swerve, your body resembling a scene from a Ang Lee martial arts flick. Time seems to slow to a snail's pace, but the ball still hurtles in, it's trajectory placing it on a collision course that will surely hurt like a mutha.

Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, wait for the umpire to call it, then start all over again.

"Batter Up"