By good golly gosh…I cannot believe that this shoot was taken almost fours ago already. I also cant believe I just used the expression “golly gosh”. But life is filled with unbelievable tihngs. Unbelievable and also sometimes magical. And for those of you who follow me on Instagram, would know that we’ve just recently done our official maternity shoot for baby girl number three this past weekend – which by the way, I’m suspecting was pretty magical as well. (cant wait to see it!Eek! Excuse my excitement, but it’s no secret that I love photography!)
Guys. I’m going to level with you – the nightmares I’ve had about this birth have made me feel a little anxious about this birth. And not like in the way of “oh, my gawd, birth is terrifying” – because if you knew me, or have followed along on this blog for any decent amount of time, you’d know that I only have happy thoughts and googoo eyes about birth. In fact, I see labour as one big day of celebration, happy dances and joy.
I know, not what you would normally hear – in fact, one of my dearest friends said at Continue reading
If you recall, I had a serious craving for beer a few months back, like just say the word beer, and my mouth would start salivating. Isn’t it enough that I already have what looks like a beer boep?…now I still have a desperate craving for BEER that could very well rival that of Homer’s on any given Sunday. And I mean, I don’t just crave like, oh a block of chocolate would do nicely right about now kind of craving…No, I’m talking, like the smell of beer gets me drooling; The sound of my hubby cracking open a cold one has me all Pavlov’ing and running just to come sniff it. I’m talking, I watch my hubby drink his beer, lustfully (the beer, not him)…(I mean him too, but, you know, more the beer right then.)..to the point that I can see it makes him feel uncomfortable being watched like that. Sometimes I interrupt him just to ask for a sniff…Sooo close to my lips, I could easily just slip in a sip right? But I don’t, cause: Preggers!! So I just silently watch him , smacking my lips unconsciously and sniffing deep sniffs until he eventually finishes it quickly to make me stop.
Quite an existence to have right? Well, thankfully that’s Continue reading
Side note: forgive me for seemingly overposting here about my pregnancy – I mean TWO updates in ONE week. How DARE I?! 😉 But in a bid to actually catch up with real time (Im 32 weeks now), allow me to overpost a bit just this time. K, thanks! You’re the most bestest!
Captain’s Preggo’s Log, Star Date:Wowzers. Week 30!
We’re here already. Time now really seems to be flying at warp speed, Mr Sulu. And things are truly, um, sprouting! It was actually on the eve of Coconut’s 30th week that I realised just how much she had suddenly grown. Like, upward and outward. (my colleague even noted that it looked like I swallowed a tyre) So much so that I felt like I was truly uncomfortable for the first time ever. And I don’t mean in for the first time ever in this pregnancy, I mean for the first time ever in my personal history of ever being preggers! Like, just enough already…Im so exhausted from the preggy insomnia, the irritation of limited movement thanks to pubis symphasis dysfuntion, and now this? Just general bigness, with skin feeling like it’s about to rip open at the seams…wherever my seams are, they be ripping.
But despite all this, I gotta say, I am still in high spirits and feeling great about things to come. Yes, the walk to work still sucks as I can still Continue reading
sidenote: A bit of an unkempt pic – but whatev’s. It’s the only pic I have of myself at week 29- and only just. Cause we only remembered while I was prepping for work the next day, right before sleepy time on the last day of week 29.
Captain’s Preggo’s Log, Star date: It’s the star date where I can’t see my va-jay-jay any more. Yes, that one.
It’s an inevitable milestone really, as your burgeoning belly, with the promise of healthy baby growth, simply eclipses your lady bits from your sights. No matter which way you crane your neck, there are no visuals from any normal angle anymore. (Just give it up already.) Inevitable and normal, yes, but I gotta say, it’s pretty bloody inconvenient.
I mean, have you ever tried shaving blind? Down there? With shortened arms? Cause Continue reading
…and Hello preggo insomnia! Urghhh…
Cannot say I’m pleased to see Mr insomnia again. He’s like that unwelcomed guest who thinks he’s your friend, but is too thick-skinned to realise you telling him to go away is, in fact, not some buddy-buddy joke. But here we are…staring up at that ceiling at 2am..every night.Every. Bloody. Night. Only to fall asleep right as my alarm goes off at 5am. Gotta love that right? (which, by the way, also as a consequence, has now moved on down to 5:15am, 5:20…and now 5:30am…)
I never normally get insomnia, however, this pregnancy seems to be Continue reading
Captain’s Preggy’s Log: Star date: Week 30, but devoted to eventually catching up on all past weeks here on this blog…one day. But you already knew that. So since it feels like I’m never ever actually going to catch up, I thought I’d go with a bulk update today. Yes, life has been pretty busy – hectic in fact (see why here)- but in truth, it’s also been a touch of laziness, as I cant seem to recall all that has transpired in these past few weeks. So yes, this post is spurred on by some determination, but also peppered with laziness. Lazy determination it is then. Whatever it takes, I say.
Also the past few weeks (from 18 to 27) have been a blur of goodness. Yes, just absolute goodness and awesomeness in the pregnancy stakes. Feeling fab and energised and able to move around without that dreaded Continue reading
Its enough to make you go all Michael Jackson-esque, and grab your own crotch and wince, right? You know? The thought of ripping that delicate flesh of…down there. At least that used to be my reaction as a youth, whenever I heard these horror stories of women who had birthed and torn themselves to seemingly shreds. And I mean, just looking at the stats of all the stories, it seemed like it was inevitable that a woman was to tear more often than not. Even as excited and relaxed as my view on birth had always been, that little factor of tearing, or worse yet, being SLICED open by the doc always seemed to be looming in the back of mind. Like a tiny little birth bogey man, grinning in the back shadows of my thoughts.
And I don’t think I was the only one who thought like that. Right? I mean, you still Continue reading
Yes, in case youre wondering, I’m back on to our recent gender reveal of our third baby. Hope Im not boring you with it already, but there’s just so much more to that day. It was seriously a fun and lovely day…but I wasn’t kidding when I said it was emotionally taxing. Yes, for the girls, for sure. Their reaction was something else – something I wasnt quite prepared for. (read here). In fact, I was a bit blind sided at first. But, what you might not know, is that it was a bit hectic for me too. And please make no mistake, I am no liar – I truly am beyond filled with joy that we are having another girl. And I guarantee you, it would the same if it was a boy. In fact, I feel a touch horrid for even voicing this, but I’m also Ok voicing it -if you know what I mean…But I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t secretly hoping it WOULD be a boy.
Maybe you’re judging me because of that confession right there.*Trax bracing for the judgement* And whilst I won’t truly Continue reading
As any parent would gladly offer up to you, the path to parenthood is well-laden with poigniant decisions that need to be made. All of which are always so personal and unique to the dynamic of your own little family. And in a perfect world, we could all share our decisions, if we so choose to, without fear of judgement or ignorant side comments tossed our way. But alas, that is not the world we live in – and that’s ok, I guess… So against all good and sane advice, I’ve decided to go public with our decision to birth at home. Obviously all well-laid plans can go completely to shit in the birthing world – I am pretty firmly rooted in the land of reality, so I’m not oblivious to this. And that’s also ok – for I am also completely open to unpredictable nature and rhythms of birth. But mostly, I am deeply and strongly rooted in the confidence and belief I have in my body.
Although, that statement is more around birth itself, than around homebirth, isn’t it? So last night, when Mike very casually asked me, “so, Continue reading