Bubbleicious

I can’t explain it but I feel a lot happier this afternoon. Much less stressed, much more excited and hopeful.

The stress was my own doing really; I’ve been slacking off a lot at work since Christmas and I’ve shot myself in the foot a little bit by leaving stuff to the last minute. I always do, procrastination is one of my faults.

My receding stress levels are being replaced by increased excitement and anticipation about the possibility of Baby Number 2. We’re mid-way through our second cycle of trying to make a baby; no doubt in a couple of weeks I’ll bore you all again with my ‘am I, aren’t I?’ dilemma!

Right now I’m feeling hopeful. We’re doing pretty much all we can to make a baby without being too military [I’ll save that regime for when I really start to get impatient] and I can only hope it works.

It’s that little glimmer of excitement, which puts a smile on your face and a spring in your step. You don’t know if you are, but you could be. The word ‘could’ represents a whole manner of positive possibilities. A bit like living in a bubble of happiness and hope, and I think it’s nice. Now I just have to hope no one comes along to burst my bubble.