Still praying for the one Christmas present I really wanted

So, after over a week remembering how it was to be 15 again (no, not having my mother look after my every need, while I scoff mountains of chocolate without putting on a pound, more like spending 8 days in paranoia land while bickering with my sisters) I find myself back at home, tucked up in bed with my MacBook listening to hubby potter around and brush his teeth - normality, I'm back!

The week didn't go off totally uneventfully:

The drive west was the drive from hell. Never again will I gleefully hum along with Chris Rea "Driving Home For Christmas"... la la la "top to toe in tailbacks...." TAILBACKS???! A journey that usually takes less than 2 hours took, would you believe it, 8 hours! We spend more time going 2mph on the M4 than I ever want to experience in my life time again. It was hell. It also played havoc with the copulation timing. As fate would have it, I was stuck on the M4, contemplating how a 31 year old woman could wee into a size 5 pampers nappy while driving. (I am saying no more). At this exact time I should have been trying to time the baby making with ovulation.

My mother had almost finished the house and it did look fantastic, but she spent the whole week addicted to gargling TCP in an effort to convince herself it would ward off any bugs. It worked!

I ate far too much

Hubby ate far too much

I spent one night up with such bad cramp I thought I was going to pass out

I spent another night up with a really bad stomach

We didn't have enough sex

My son was absolutely amazing, he was so well behaved and has definitely learned a new word this holiday: PARTY!

All was going so well until last night, when I had some spotting. I have been so upset all day today because I had really convinced myself it was going to happen this month. My mind is totally in gear for it and I have to be honest that I really don't know what it will be like to go back to work not pregnant. The spotting hasn't come to much and I'm trying not to get excited, but Auntie Flow is due tomorrow and we're going to take a test first thing. I hope I can sleep.

Oh, and I've got a stupid eye infection.

Night x