And it truly has been!
We've reached our half way point and celebrated entering our second trimester with all the vigour and happiness a calm pregnancy can bestow on two adults. I'm experiencing wonderful little kicks that are definitely not butterfly flutters and it's really hard to reconciliate into any reference point in the past. This feeling is, somehow, entirely alien yet amazingly miraculous. Personally I am finally feeling like I could "bond" with a soul growing inside of me. Hubby and I are revelling in every moment that we feel our little one responding to us (actually that is most probably us making it up but what the heck, it's fun!) with little soccer practice and yoga leg raise, especially at night to let us know that there are three of us cuddling in bed now.
Our daily walks have been whipped into a strict discipline fashion by our two trusted mascots. Tommy and Chewy make sure that we get out all jumpy squirrels in the morning to take advantage of the summer's beautiful dawn as well as the evening's sunset. It's been so much fun having them home and helping them to settle and socialise with the other dogs in the parks. One thing we love it here is the fact that it's as easy as finding sand in a desert when it comes to lovely parks. Off leash walks have never been more eventful! Yes, there is still the odd command that Tommy ignores totally while Chewy dashes off like a fluffy white cannon ball to keep up with the speeding Kelpies during the ball games. We're still learning about the weird creepy crawlies that roam the garden and also preparing for the impending cyclone this Sunday night. So the dogs will be sleeping in the garage to avoid the "I-think-I-lost-my-dogs-in-midair" syndrome.
Yes, freaky weather has been around and doesn't look like it's going away. I'm not going to join in the obsession and shall refrain from commenting more. To indulge, just click onto any Australian news websites and you'll get your fix.
We're still soldiering on dutifully on the job-front and really feeling the waters here. All part of the programme they say. Melbourne is looking warm and by that I don't mean the weather... although this Sunday's forecast will be a scorcher and I'm not sure Djokovic's chance will be good in winning the first Grand Slam of 2011, unless of course he blows cold on the pundits! What will half the retired, tennis-die hard fans of the population do after this weekend? Hit the courts until we head into Roland Garros season, I guess?
The evergoing debate on "to car now, or not to car now" has gone down to more substantial discussion about budget and we're itching to head out to the wilderness to camp and be close up with nature again. And yes, we finally experienced some real Australian medical care and well, more prenatal check-ups coming up next week. I heard too that there will be a Chinese New Year reunion dinner at a cheesy, but yummy Oriental restaurant named "Serenade" (think purple flower painting with bright sparkling stars on the wall and lemon prawns) while China stands to have the first Asian / Chinese to shake up Belgium in the women's final in the Australian Open 2011, although I do feel that Clisters' time is now. The poor Danes... Wozniacki is still cute though!
So there we went and here we go, into another week! Can't believe I'm running around with my lovely bump ahead of me! Talk about waking up everyday to a life less ordinary.
