I turned 29 this past weekend. To mark my entry into the last year of my twenties, to help you get to know me a bit better and because I love lists and am too lazy to write a 'real' blog post, here are 29 things about me that you might not know. 

1. I'm pregnant. 26 weeks and 5 days, to be precise. Oh, you already knew that? Tough sh*t. 
2. I'm the eldest of two girls. My sister is three years younger than me, and her birthday is the day before mine. 
3. As an oldest child, I'm a typical Type A personality. Read: control freak. I HATE feeling like things are beyond my control and don't like not knowing exactly what's going to happen, when. I'm sure motherhood is going to be an excellent fit with that hatred of unpredictability... 
4. My parents divorced when I was about 11. While divorce is a crappy thing, I've never felt sad that they did, as they've been much happier apart than they would have been if they'd stayed together. 
5. I'm a civil servant. Don't bother masking that yawn, I don't. 
6. I really, really, dislike my job. 
7. In an ideal world I'd like to write, and to have my own business creating and selling pretty things that I love. 
8. One day I will actually do the above. One day. I'm held back by my fear of failure, so I don't try things, when I really should just give it a go. 
9. But the only thing I've ever really want in life is to be a mama. I feared for years that that wouldn't happen. So being pregnant makes me SUPER HAPPY. 
10. I've been writing a 'novel' for about three years. I add about four thousand words to it every year. So I should have it finished by the time I hit 50. 
11. I have two degrees, and approximately zero skills that I could transfer to another sector. 
12. My middle name is Jane, which I maintain is THE most boring middle name in the world. 
13. I have, at one time or another, learned to speak French, Spanish, Greek and Mandarin Chinese. And English, obvs. I'll leave German off that list because I don't think a few after school lessons when all I did was chat to my friends and learn different words for 'sausage' counts as learning a language. 
14. I once decided to learn Swedish. I bought the CDs and everything. Then I realised just how hard Swedish is and gave up about five minutes into the first CD and sold them to someone else, who hopefully was more committed to it. 
15. I went to an all girls school. 
16. Technically, I went to two, as I spent the first year of my secondary education at a private Catholic convent school. Worse things went on there than at state school, I can assure you. 
17. I didn't really try at school. I got lulled into the false sense of security that comes from being near the top of most of your classes, and coasted. 
18. I learned the hard way that while you might be able o coast at school, you can't at university. I was not proud of my degree result, so made myself do a Masters to prove that a Desmond wasn't the pinnacle of my academic ability. I wish someone had told me at 16 that a few years of really applying myself could have landed me a decent career in medicine or law or something. 
19. I LOVE reading, but I don't think I can commit to having a favourite book. Favourite author I'd go Gabriel Garcia Marquez, but favourite book is too hard. Either a GGM tale or something like Tess of the D'Urbervilles. 
20. Film-wise, I love the LOTR films, and Harry Potter (but the books are far better). And some fairly incongruous choices like Indecent Proposal and Mean Girls. 
21. I am 5' 9" (ish). Which is pretty tall for a girl. Matt is the same height, which means I can't ever wear heels. Well, I could, but he doesn't like it, so I don't do it much. I'm intrigued to see whether this baby will be tall like her mama. I'm thinking maybe not, as she's been just below average for almost all measurements throughout the pregnancy. 
22. My favourite activity, possibly ever, is having a good de-clutter. I honestly can't explain why I love it so much. I think it's my need for control and order - when I feel out of control in one area of my life, I de-clutter, to reassert my control over things! 
23. You would not know that the above is true if you looked at my home. I swear it breeds clutter. 
24. I'm on an endless search for an exercise I don't find tremendously dull. I really love reformer pilates, but that's out now I'm pregnant, and I don't think I'll be able to justify the £20 per class when I have a tiny to feed and clothe. Maybe I'll give jogging another go. It is free, after all. 
25. A few times a year, I decide to make more of an effort with my appearance, and buy better make-up an make more effort with clothes. I always fail on the make-up front because I guess I'm just more of an au naturel kinda gal, but the whole capsule wardrobe thing was really working for me, before it got ruined by a foetus. Now I don't even bother looking in clothes shops as it's going to be a while before I can wear anything without 'maternity' on the label. 
26. My natural hair colour drives me mad It's a yucky dark blonde/light brown, and increasingly infested with greys, which means I have to die it (trust me, I tried to go natural a few months back, and the grey streak at the front looked BAD. Matt pretty much begged me to die it). The advantage of this hair colour is that  can go blonder, lighter or redder. The disadvantage is there's no clear way to go. Matt's favourite is red and I have to say I agree. Unfortunately, red fades in seconds, and I can't afford the four-weekly re-dye regime. So for now I'm sporting a 'balayage' (apparently like ombre but...more painted unevenly and less dipped-looking?) blonde, which is good as it doesn't need as regular upkeep. But is more expensive - if I totted up the cost vs. red over time, I'm not sure there'd be that much difference. Wow, I just wrote a whole paragraph about my hair. You can see how much it annoys me. 
27. Despite having lived here for almost six years, and being about to buy a house here, I really don't like living in London. I'd much rather be nearer my family, somewhere further west and somewhere less urban. However, it's not all about me (shock horror!) and I'm resigned to the fact that, for now, Matt needs to be in London for his career. If I want to be with Matt (which I very much do!) then I have to suck it up and live here for a while. I am praying that it's not for too long. 
28. I often wonder how I'm going to cope with being a mama. I LOVE babies and have always been good with them, so I'm not worried about the baby care aspect, more about how I'm going o find time for everything. I often feel as if there aren't enough hours in the day already to cope with work, pressures like moving house, keeping up with housework and shopping and cooking, managing to sometimes (rarely) have some semblance of a social life... I'm so excited about having a family but I know I'm going to have to make some adjustments to facilitate that. I need to work on streamlining the other crap! 
29. I'm honestly not sure how I got to 29. Most days I still feel like a 16-year old, sniggering in history class. I can't quite believe that I'm allowed to do things like buy a house and procreate. But I'm glad I am :-)

I can't believe I just finished a post with a smiley. It's like I'm trying to lose readers.  

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