come out come out come out

Dear unborn child,

Now that you are at least 50cm long and weigh nearly 4kg it is time for you to come out.

There seems to be no room left for your mama’s lungs or bladder or heart or stomach, everything feels very compact and like it is working at half ratio’s. I am ready to return to the days I could take in a full breath of air and eat a plate of food in one sitting. Also, when I push your foot out from under my rib cage it is no longer done just in love but with a tinge of annoyance, please stop sticking it up there, it’s rather unpleasant. Did you get that spicy food I sent down? At least the 1000 chilli’s we grew this year are going to some use i suppose.

On the plus side your room is all ready for you, Oma finally finished knitting the most gorgeous soft wool blanket for your bed and your aunty Lou painted a picture for the wall and yesterday pa made you another toy to play with but I won’t tell you what, you’ll have to come out and see it.  We have even re-organised the living room so that we can pop you in the centre of the rug and admire you from each and every armchair, so seriously, come out, otherwise we stare at an empty spot of white fluff where there should be a baby. There is a pram in the hallway lined with thick warm sheepskin just for you, pa is dying to take you walking in it, it’s like a cool gadget that doubles as a baby thing, you’ll understand when you meet him in person how important this is. ps. that’s the voice you hear reading you Grimm’s Fairy Tales at night (how weird was that one about cinderella that ended with happy henry the frog?! don’t worry if you didn’t get it we were both confused too)

As you can see your pa and I are incredibly impatient and have told you on numerous occasions that ‘today would be good’ but you seem reluctant to acquiesce. On Sunday it is going to rain, you would love the rain, it stills the world and pa and I sit inside and watch films and eat popcorn and vege soup or roast some nice pork. This would be a good day for you to come. We’ll be waiting just in case.

Lots of love from your mama.

In case we ever forgot…

that we live in paradise.

Pete and I stopped at a new coffee shop just down the road from our house and took takeaway latte’s onto Cheltenham beach across the road. It was 10:30am on a Thursday morning and we were greeted with this beautiful view. So lucky.

Baby Shower!

It was a gorgeous hot hot hot last of the summer days day. March 12th and ma strung bunting through the trees in our back garden as I laid out plenty of rugs and pillows and Lou sliced up the worlds best home baked chocolate fudge brownie in the Kitchen.

Chris arrived in her usual whirlwind of energy and ran about successfully completing all the things us Tyler / Connolly’s (powles and harrows) unknowingly leave half done, while simultaneously baking sausage rolls and dutifully tasting my iced tea and strawberry punch and making much needed suggestions (seriously, sometimes I feel exhausted just watching Chris)

Clare arrived with Asparagus rolls and after telling her about my last run in with the midwife (The week before Diane had got me to place my hands either side of the babies head which is now thankfully down in my pelvis and no longer breech, at which point I just about died with fear because the head no longer felt like a cricket ball but a giant telly tubby) I unsuccessfully tried to get clare to feel it too so she could share my terror. Instead she poked and ahem’d until I said, ‘now I think you’re just prodding my vagina’, which made us both laugh and promptly stop. HA

  

My best friend in the whole world (except for all those other best friends!) was over from Australia for a wedding and the girls had expertly arranged it so she could be at the baby shower, yey! Little things like this really do make your day.

Opening some of the most delicious presents. We’d asked for “no plastic’ after reading this awesome woman’s blog who I call ‘sarafarmaramamumma’ (see link on side of our blog) who lives out on a 3 acre lifestyle block in Colorado and suggested that….

‘to work towards a more eco-lifestyle we consider everything that we bring into our homes and think of them in terms of – if there were no landfills would I be happy to have this item composting at the bottom of my garden?.

So, no plastic, or as little as we can. It does slightly detract from all the cool toys people can buy you for the newby but we received some excellent and well thought out pressies from everyone.

Ma and Cass relaxing in the hammock

My lovely sister and I.

Aunties, where would we be without aunties. I particularly like looking at mine, Aunty Sheryl, Aunty Christine and Aunty Dotty. They are all strikingly fashionable and well read and easy to talk to, such good role models.

Lou’s little Leo and his red balloon. 6 months old already!!

 

Cass and Sara’s boys Sebastian and Rueben.

As always, thank you to the wonderful women in my life that arrange these things for me, always with a touch of class, a heavy dose of heart and a good emphasis on relaxation and uncomplicatedness. How would my life work without any one of you?

Stupid things

Pregnancy lays to bare to a lot of uncomfortable things.

More than I dare mention, but trust me they are all ‘uncomfortable’.

There is however one thing that amuses me greatly, the linea nigra, the line that you get on your tummy, see pic below (this is not my tummy although doesn’t look much different) I look at it every morning and night and have to STRONGLY resist the urge to get a big fat felt tip pen and colour it in. What is all that about? It’s a line that wants doodling over with a marker. Pete told me if I did it the ink would be absorbed through my skin and could give our baby ink poisoning. pah! this is the same man that requested we go back for another unscheduled ultra-sound because he was so worried I have dented our babies face with all the belly prodding I do. I told him to stop being so silly but suffice to say have stopped poking at the baby just in case.

Another amusing thing to mention is the misfiring my brain has done on a couple of occasions. People call it baby brain but there is no real scientific evidence of it. When I was in Farmers the other day picking up some supplies the cashier handed me my receipt and I looked at her and smiled and said ‘Massive’. I had no idea I was going to say ‘massive’, I thought I was going to say thank you and out came ‘massive’. She gave me a very odd look and so to cover up my strange term of phrase I said, ‘choice’. HA. By the time I reached Pete outside I was actually crying with laughter, it took 10 minutes to tell him the story which clearly was not as funny to him as to me, he smiled politely and said ‘silly wife’.

Pic’s below are at 32 weeks, only…..8 weeks to go! Now we are down to 4, d-day is imminently looming.

   

Just finished work and waiting for the midwife, reading something incredibly inane on a pin-board, probably about babies, or herpies, or haemorroids, these are the things are on midwifes notice boards.

babies babies babies babies. Below are a couple of pics of the nursery we have created. We painted and put up a wall decal and made a hanging mobile of small elephants.

 

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