I am leaving my beautiful baby in the doting hands of her father for the next few days and heading into Sydney for the Aussie Bloggers Conference. I will miss her terribly. I will miss cuddles and kisses and non-stop chatterboxing and random protestations of undying love. But, I will equally enjoy wandering around the city minus toddler wrangling, uninterrupted meals and coffee breaks and just a bit of time to myself. We’ll see if my brain can handle the pressure of spending that much time with adults. It may cave under the pressure. There’s just no way of knowing.
I will be removing myself from spew town, which is just as well because my pregnant nose smells vomit, everywhere. And have left strict instructions for husband on dos and do nots as far as toddler diet which I fully expect him to ignore. But hey, the main thing is that I said it, right? Now I can wash my hands of it.
But mostly I am getting very excited about meeting everyone and watching my real life and my online life in a weird and wonderful collision. I’ll be easy to spot. I’ll be the redhead (fake redhead. Sadly my natural colour is awesome gray and my natural colour before that was the uber-boring brown which I have rejected ever since I was old enough to access hair dye) the size of an elephant waddling around very slowly, knowing it’s impossible to be inconspicuous but secretly hoping I could be anyway.
You’ll also be able to spot me by the rather large baby blanket I’m crocheting which I’m now desperately trying to finish before the baby decides it wants to be born. Which is the least of my problems really. Husband and I can’t agree on names for love or money. And while I might say that I can hardly be blamed for the fact that all of his suggestions are crappy, I’m not going to be happy until we actually pick a name together. So I should probably put that on the to do list as well.
Want to catch up? DM me on Twitter and I’ll send you my mobile number. But really, a tweet is just as effective. I have push notifications which means my phone bleeps at me every time I get a twitter mention. Oh, I’m that obsessed.
It occurs to me that this post may seem a little on the manic side. The result of this much excitement and this much sleep deprivation. Plenty more where that came from.
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