Geez, the excitement is killing me.

I am so excited I feel like I am going to burst.

I feel like a child starting school for the first time, taking some tentative steps into the unknown but exciting new world.

I feel like a teenager in love, knowing "He's the one" and you can't eat, sleep or think about anything else but the next date.

I feel like I did when I passed my exams, each and every one of them.

I feel like I'm eighteen again, enjoying some maturity with no experience of what it really is.

I feel like it's the night before the wedding with the anticipation of the big day.

I feel like I've just found out I'm pregnant, with so much to learn and discover.

I feel like I've got a new baby who I want to hold in my arms and nurture, yet can't wait until it can stand on its own two feet.

I feel excited....yes excited!

And the excitement is killing me....

...because I want to tell you, but must remain hushed.

So instead I am dancing around the living room, with regular whoop whoop whoops.

Relief...21st C Dad has just brought me a hot chocolate. That'll calm me down.

Phew...for a moment I thought I was going to burst.

I'm calm now. Calm.

Breathing easy...for now...!

I'm relaxed.

Tomorrow's another day....when my madness can continue once more.

So Night night! Sleep Tight! And watch the the bed bugs don't bite!

Ooooh but it's too exciting for words....[cue lightswitch...then darkness]

...and snooze.