The last three months I implemented a blogging schedule so I could get organised and utilise my free time wisely now that I have less of it. Today I was looking at my blog notes, and I had planned to write a post about Romy's transition into her own room of a night, however, this is yet to happen. And I had planned to write this post at the end of July, because I expected we would make this transition around the three month mark. But what I wasn't expecting was to be so clingy with her. During my pregnancy I had all of these fantastic ideas about how Luke & I were going to parent our baby, and have not explored a single one. Because actually being a parent is nothing like I expected it to be. Last night when Luke & I were discussing Romy's current sleeping arrangement, which is in her bassinet next to my side of the bed, I started to get really anxious about not having her so close to me. And my separation anxiety really kicked in when Luke suggested I go visit some friends in Newcastle (which is an hour away) and he would spend the day with her. I think I am going to have to make these big moves one at a time, and getting her accustomed to her own room is the first one.
It is easy to imagine certain situations and create your expectations based on how you felt about the visualisation. But mostly things aren't how you expected them to be. Like the casting choice for 50 Shades Of Grey. I really thought and hoped they would have cast Ryan Gosling as Christian Grey. I was so convinced that while reading the books I just imaged him as the character. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.