Yeah, it started poorly but I figured I had two choices, lament what could (should?) have been or get on with enjoying myself. I went for full-on enjoyment and it worked.
Christmas day with just the husband was perfect. We did exactly what we wanted, my fears that a Christmas without hoards of people getting grumpy over dry turkey and crap presents just wouldn't feel right was totally unfounded. Instead we instituted our own traditions (kedgeree for breakfast), I introduced the husband to the concept of stockings (from Father Christmas rather than the sexy variety - although I am sure he would have preferred the latter), and we hung out eating, drinking and resolutely not saying "this time next year ..."
And then there was Berlin for New Year. A few friends were going and I almost declined the invitation because 'we might be pregnant by then'. I'm ridiculously glad I didn't put my life on hold for something that didn't happen.
Berlin was awesome. And I acted like I didn't know the meaning of trying to conceive. I drank often, I rolled around in the snow (or, more accurately was thrown around in the snow), I embraced the continental European's laissez-faire attitude to health and safety when it comes to fire works, I didn't even consider taking a pre-natal vitamin. And I laughed, a lot. (Unstoppably at one point, which unfortunately is now captured for posterity on video, still if laughter is the best medicine...)
And now I am back home, with a stinking cold, eating sausage rolls in bed (the only food in the house).
I'd hoped for a very different, very sober break. But as alternatives go it was pretty good.
I hope you all saw the New Year in with equal amounts of hope and that 2010 pulls its socks up and starts behaving.