three months

till this exact villa.

much as i enjoy surprises, i'm crazy about delicious anticipation and nursing little secrets. call it smug self-satisfaction if you will (haha, that's what i call it all right!) but there's a steep learning curve till my christmas exams and much as i like to think i'm self-motivated, knowing this baby* is waiting on the other side doesn't hurt. also, for the first time in three years, i don't have an exam waiting for me after christmas break. so this christmas break is going to be a real break (the mister insists it makes no difference because either way i holiday first, panic later...) and it's going to be a real treat. 

speaking of learning curves, i don't think i've ever been on one this steep and i feel infinitely better informed at the end of each week. it's affirmation of purpose (?) and i'm constantly overwhelmed with gratitude. sounds so trite but being with patients and being hit with realisation after realisation in the course of one day (OH! that's what blahblah looks like. OH! that's how blahblah presents. OH! that's how you do blahblah.) is kinda eye-opening and mind-blowing all at the same time -happy dance-

*ya ya i go on and on and get so defensive but omg if we'd a real baby at this stage, i could well kiss holiday treats goodbye. and 10h uninterrupted snoozes. my cute parents keep hinting that if we'd a kid, my allergies would disappear (?!) and when MIL starts praying for my womb, i figure it's wise to stay on in london for now. PLUS WHY ARE MARRIED WOMEN ON BABY-WATCH? i've been accused of being 3months preggers but 'not telling anyone yet'. sorry, that's just my lunch.