I anticipated a lovely calm before the new baby storm after moving to this pretty, lonely little cottage in the country.
(Photo obviously not taken in the middle of a severe Canadian winter).
I spent the first week persuading myself I had not just been kidnapped and that it was insane to think that just maybe I was being held hostage (by a man I only believed to be my husband) in a shed in the middle of the forest. Please just reign in this crazy imagination of yours.
As an almost-proud-of-it loner, I have never in my entire life been so starved for human contact that the mere sight of a garbage truck on the road (presumably driven by a human) would just make my day.
The next week we had a terrible ice storm which knocked out electricity and heat and made me wish so badly that a kidnapper would in fact steal me away and hold me hostage somewhere with functioning heat (plot spoiler – the kidnapper would eventually also play the part of prince charming).
Meanwhile I have been trying to resume some semblance of normal life, though it’s difficult when one cannot see their toes anymore. (I will spare you a grotesque belly photo.)
Moving to the country has empowered me enough to spend all day, everyday in the same pair of over sized men’s fleece pants. I do try to change into something prettier on garbage pickup day just in case someone spots me through the window.
The weather has been overwhelmingly gloomy and cloudy, obviously seeking to punish and mock me for trying to run away from basement living (but I don’t mind too much).
I’ve discovered my new favorite dessert combination ever but this will probably change next week.
The thought of a new baby does not seem quite so terrible when cute washcloths and things are arranged in a basket. Oh, the comforts a bad memory can provide.
And because you really ought to ask, yes, I did totally knit that hat myself. My wrists were crying for days afterwards. But then this pregnancy has brought with it a different physical ailment everyday. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and marvel that I don’t quite LOOK 75, before I realize how young I really am.
P.S. Is this the longest blog post ever? I am seriously human-deprived.