Yesterday was my birthday. It went okay. I basically stayed home. napped and ate a piece of cake. Timmy was eager to get me to do something a bit more social, but I was cool with being a homebody.
A couple of weeks ago, I suggested a new blog challenge to my blog challenge group. We were to have weekly questions to answer and since I was the one to suggest it, I was first up to come up with a question. And then I slacked (mock surprise face!!) and I am just now getting around to my very own question. Which was, in honor of my at the time upcoming birthday:
What did you accomplish in the last year?
Why did I have to ask such a stupid question?
If we are calling accomplishments major changes, I certainly had some of those. If we are talking accomplishments like finally getting recognized by the Nobel committee, then not so much.
I changed jobs. I feel a bit uncomfortable claiming this as an accomplishment as I basically begged my daddy to give me a job. Which is... kinda pathetic. But really we had been talking about me coming to work for the family business when my dad retired for a few years now. When I finally asked my dad to give me a job, he was two years out from retirement and I felt like I was drowning in bills and the stress of barely eeking by was eating at me constantly. So I begged. Maybe not my finest moment.
But now we are slightly above eeking and slowly paying off bills. And my dad moved up his retirement, which I think makes him pretty happy. And I do think I have added something of value to the company, I work on our online ads and I like to think I am a bit responsible for getting some houses rented out! So everybody wins, right! And only a slight hit to my pride!!
My other accomplishment was very much an accident, so my claims on that are a bit dubious as well. But I got pregnant! Again! After being thoroughly convinced that it was not possible. After being a bit of a douche about the awesomeness of single children. After firmly denying that there was any chance we would try for another and we were oh-so-happy with our little family of three.
Timmy and I had gone round and round a bit about a second child. Were we doing a disservice to Alfie? We both had siblings and great siblings at that, would Alfie be missing out? Would he be lonely as we got older and grumpy and unmanageable and eventually keeled over? We were fully
committed to raising one awesome kid. That would be a great legacy, to be awesome parents concentrating all our pure awesomeness into producing an awesome human being. Yeah. And besides, my ovaries were all messed up, didn't work right to begin with, so why oh why would we want to go through the heartbreak of trying to conceive again.
But we lingered on making more final, long-term birth control options. And we were lazy with the ones we were using and when I called my doctor to finally schedule an appointment for that long overdue IUD, they made me take a pregnancy test and holyfuckingshitthisisunbelieveable.
So, it turns out that really making an awesome kid is pretty hands off. Seriously. Sure we read lots of books and try to take him to new and educational experiences. But really, that kids is just plain awesome on his own with very little conscious effort on our part. I really don't know how that happened, but seriously, he is amazing and we will certainly have enough awesomeness for two kids it seems.
I will admit I had some reservations at first, but that was mostly the lingering effect of the holyshit factor. Now that the shock has worn off and I am privy to some near constant wiggling from this little girl (It is a girl!!), I have readjusted the picture in my mind to a family of four. This is going to work, we can totally do this! Alfie loves babies and will love having a sibling. So, surprise!
Those are definitely the big changes, ahem, accomplishments, over the last year. Other than those, pretty big deals, it has been kinda a quiet year enjoying family and friends.
Blog post ACCOMPLISHED!!