We’re looking ahead now.

With three months to go before someone looks up to me, there’s work to do. Our home is in pieces. There’s a sander in our bathroom and a box spring in our dining room. Our sofa is flanked by my computer on one side, and our bed on the other.

We’ve done this drill before, but this time it’s different. This time we’re getting old floors ready for the fresh patter of little feet. And as if to remind me, one of those miniature pediments kicked me in the face on Sunday.

There are times when I wonder if we can get it all done. Then our unborn child kicks me in the face and I realize: There’s no time to think about it … there’s too much left to do!

As a long-suffering Bears fan, the way this year ended was tough to take. To this point I’ve kindly asked friends and family not to bring it up. It’s been a couple of weeks though, and I’m starting to come around.

Albeit slowly.

Though it’s still a bitter pill, I can see a faint glimmer of hope on the horizon. I can see the promise for next year, and I have a good feeling that our embattled qb will keep getting better.

It’s been a great year.

For the first time in a long time my team was solid, occasionally dominant, and always in the spotlight. Best of all, I made my first trips to Solider Field - first in October to see the Bears hammer the Bills, then a return trip for a great playoff game against Seattle.

What a shame this season had to end with a loss. And what a treat it’ll be to go through it all again next year!