Something a Little Different

I’m sort of running behind a bit with the Bonding with Bubs posts but at the same time I don’t want that to be all I’m recording on here. I’m officially 37 weeks today! Which means from now until 42 weeks I can deliver at the Birth Centre – providing everything continues to go well.

I got asked if I’d packed my hospital bag at our last appointment…even writing that freaks me out a little. I’ve made various lists and scoured pinterest for suggestions in case I’m missing something but I just can’t bring myself to pack it yet. I feel like once I do that it’s game on and I’m definitely not ready for that yet, especially considering my Mum has just gone to Melbourne and has another trip to Bali all before I’m due.

If anyone has any must-haves to go in the bag please let me know. Apparently Coconut Water is now the new thing!

Today is also kind of a big deal as it marks my first official day of parental leave. I had (have) bucket loads of Mummy Guilt after dropping a bawling Logan off at daycare and I’ll be repeating the process tomorrow. Hopefully he perks up a bit, I know he has a great time (for the most part) once I’m gone it’s just those horrible drop offs.

And for those still wondering we still haven’t come up with a name. I decided I liked Frankie, hubby veto-ed it and then my step-sister reminded me of the little red sausages that are called frankfurts…seeing as her surname already is too phallic I can’t add a sausage first name!

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Week 35: Bonding with Bubs


Size: coconut

What’s Bubs Up To: hiccups, growing lots and stretching/kicking non-stop

Symptoms: still lacking sleep, occasionally feeling a bit nauseous, feeling very stretched out as though my belly is refusing to expand for little Miss

Cravings: nothing really other than sweet stuff

Keep that away from me: mince

Weight: 84kg give or take

Feelings: grumpy, exhausted, sore, uncomfortable and completely in love with our little wrestler (this about sums it up!). Oh and feeling very sorry for my poor husband having to put up with me!

Random: I got very scared when I looked at one of my pregnancy apps and there was less than 30 days to go! I mean I know it’s coming but I feel like I need more time, we are definitely not ready nursery wise but if she was to come we’d be able to pull together pretty quickly and besides babies don’t need that much. Still, I must get up into our cupboards and pull out all that breastfeeding and newborn stuff that’s still packed away…lurking in the depths!

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Week 34: Bonding with Bubs


Size: butternut squash

What’s Bubs Up To: she decided to play nice (or the exercises I was sporadically doing worked) and is now head down, she’s still moving and shaking non stop

Symptoms: hardly sleeping at night, feeling really stretched out and tight especially when she plays smackdown in there, grumpy…does that even count as a symptom ha-ha

Cravings: coffee, bananas, pikelets/pancakes, cheese

Keep that away from me: mince

Weight: 84kg

Feelings: grumpy, exhausted, sore, uncomfortable and completely in love with our little wrestler

Random: I have zero motivation to do anything in regards to the nursery. I have prints I need to measure and order frames for/go to Ikea, we have furniture to move around, curtains to hang, newborn clothes to wash and I just can’t get into the head space to do any of it. I’m hoping that will change when I finish work on the 25th but I doubt it! I need that damn nesting bug to kick in.

 

I’ve also been on an emotional roller coaster because my Great Aunt passed away very unexpectedly. I am a terrible person when it comes to dealing with grief…I kind of act like nothing has happened and barely cry sort of like a robot so I always feel guilty about that. I just can’t help how I respond the best way I can think of explaining it is like when you go to the movies and want to burst into tears during a really sad part but just refuse to cry. My poor Mum has taken it really badly because my Great Aunt was like the matriach on Mum’s side and she was pretty much my Grandma seeing as I Mum’s mum died before I was born. Everyone called her Aunty and she would always speak her mind, it was uncanny how much I resembled her whenever photos were put up of her when she was younger, people would always do a double take. It’s nice though to know what I will look like when I’m older, I just wish that I’d collected stories from her because I know she had so many and now I really don’t have much of a link to that side of my heritage. The last thing we spoke about was how she wasn’t impressed that I found out I was having a girl and I spoke back and told her it was my decision. I’m glad that’s my last sort of memory, most people wouldn’t be but it’s like Aunty and I came full circle. From her shoving vicks vapour rub up my nose when I was little and had a cold to finally being somewhat her equal. She was an amazing woman and whilst I hate funerals (because the robot tends to disappear and I turn into a blubbering mess) I am looking forward to getting to celebrate her life.

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Exhausted

I am knackered, to the bones weary, entering into the last month of pregnancy is not easy especially with a toddler. I am in awe of the single mothers who do this, I’ve got help…a lot of help and I’m pretty spoilt so I really applaud the woman who are looking after their children without any help (even if you do have a partner – I could never do FIFO for example). But that is a whole other post and not really one for me to write.

As you know all I’ve been putting down on this blog is my sort of pregnancy diary which again is more for me and future reference – I’m clucky for a third at the moment (WTF!). I’ve been taking it easy but still with the end of this pregnancy looming and still having to run a house and look after a toddler it’s taking it’s toll and poor Hubby is bearing the brunt. I swear I find myself apologising to him so much and any romantic spark has completely disappears, thankfully he still thinks I’m a keeper (we celebrated 4 years married on July 3rd and it’ll be 10 years in November!) but I really feel for the poor guy. It’s especially hard to want any kind of physical contact etc… when a certain little girl is making herself known more often than not and I no longer feel like my body is my own. Then when she is quiet I have a toddler jumping all over me, patting and prodding my belly. This is by no means a bad thing and I remind myself not to be annoyed because this could very well be the last time I get to experience this and Logan is being so adorable that I can’t help remain in the moment. But I have no idea how Hubby is coping, I’m suprised the poor guy isn’t ‘staying late’ at work then again he’d face the wrath of Jess if he didn’t get home in time to help with Logan…

I’ve finally gotten really excited to meet this little lady, I know it’s weird to only start feeling that so late in pregnancy but I keep thinking about meeting her and how it’s going to be different to what happened with Logan. Then in turn I think about them meeting for the first time and even if it goes horribly wrong I know it’s going to make my heart melt. I’ve bought him a digger just in case he decides to lose the plot or wants me to give his baby sister back.

So this is just a short and sweet brain dump whilst I have an hour to myself and when I really should be focused on getting dinner on the table…YAWN.

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Week 33: Bonding with Bubs


Size: durian fruit (charming…)

What’s Bubs Up To: I still don’t think she’s in prime position but she moves so much it’s really hard to tell, I hope she decides to play nice at my appointment on Monday (for a 34 week check as I’m currently 34 weeks) and go back to being head down. I really want to have one of my bubs at the Birth Centre.

Symptoms: not sleeping early in the morning, being super uncomfortable and getting a sore back

Cravings: sweet and savoury especially salty stuff and coffee

Keep that away from me: nothing new to report again

Weight: 81kg give or take

Feelings: still stressed about her position (if you didn’t get that from the above).

Random: The nursery still hasn’t come along any further!

 

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Week 32: Bonding with Bubs


Size: squash

What’s Bubs Up To: she went breech argh…

Symptoms: not sleeping, my linea nigrea has finally shown up (I oddly love my belly line)

Cravings: food, toasted croissant with ham and cheese YUMMO!

Keep that away from me: nothing new to report this week

Weight: 81kg

Feelings: stressed out over Baby Girl being in breech – same thing happened with Logan and he turned so I really hope she will too. Plus she moves around so much. Still I now have to go in at 34 weeks and we’ll see from there it could mean I get booted out of the Birth Centre which would be a pain in the butt. I’m not that worried if it leads to a c-section but obviously would love to go natural rather than have major surgery but my mindset is always whatever is best and safest for her so we’ll just wait and see. Send all turn around vibes my way!

Random:We think we’re going to go with Gwen for the middle name as this has significance in my family (I’m pretty sure it’s my Mum’s Mum’s name but it may be the name of her step-mother either way it’s still keeping in the family). Hubby isn’t really fussed on putting any family name from his side (the Danes tend to use surnames in there) so I may also put my paternal Nana’s name in there too especially as I grew up with her and she will never meet this great-granddaughter.

But people are still doing my head in asking about names – I am not going to announce it until I’ve met my daughter! Besides we still have no idea.

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To Do

So Baby Girl will be making her debut in around 7 weeks – give or take – although if she’s like her brother she’ll be pretty damn close to her due date (August 22nd). I still look tiny and I’m not actually taking offence when people look surprised after I tell them I’m 32 weeks, I thought I’d look bigger too given this is my second pregnancy and I’m just assuming she’s going to be another little whopper (Logan was 9.9 pounds which I think translates to just under 4.5kg).

There’s been so many things different between this pregnancy and Logan’s and that’s without me even going back and comparing my Bonding with Bubs posts. I don’t put anything down to the fact that they’re different genders – I’m not sure if there is scientific proof behind any of that but I don’t really believe it. The only thing that really seems to be the same is the belly size. I’ve definitely enjoyed this pregnancy a lot less, been way more uncomfortable and had lots more to stress over! I feel slightly bad about that because it is amazing that I am pregnant and being pregnant is definitely a crazy but special experience but it just sits funny with me. I always thought I’d be the girl who could quite happily have lots of kids and then go on to be a surrogate if the need arose for someone but now I’m somewhat second guessing that. Maybe it comes from already having Logan and wishing I could do everything I could with him before or maybe it’s just weird pregnancy hormones – who knows.

Anyway this post was supposed to be a To Do List to hold me accountable for things I need to get done before Baby Girl arrives. I really feel behind the 8 ball on this one, even my Mum was asking if we needed anything hung up the other day!

  1. Haul all the junk out of the nursery – seeing as this room was our office/craft/dump room there is a lot to get through. I spent most of yesterday cleaning it out but because it was predominantly used by the Husband he’s got a lot of stuff to sort through now.
  2. Wash all the newborn clothes and anything else she’ll be coming in contact with eg: basinette stuff, car seat cover…(although maybe this should be done when item 5 is so I have a place to put them, otherwise everything will just go back in the boxes)
  3. Buy a pack of newborn nappies for her and other necessary toiletries for me
  4. Sell any unwanted furniture on Gumtree (we already got rid of the computer desk yay! Although the woman was super cheeky and only paid $20 for it but it’s gone and not in landfill so hurrah).
    • The white chair I used to feed Logan in (I’m trying to figure out a way to keep this though, it may move back into Logan’s room)
    • Tiny sewing desk – I think this will be a free to good home
    • Black rolltop set of drawers – I love it, we had it in Logan’s nursery in our old place but the placement of the window in this nursery is making it difficult to keep. I think this will be a keeper and will just get moved to the lounge
    • Old white CD tower – it’s solid and is made up of draws (not a CD rack) so I was considering re-purposing it but I think this will also be a free to good home
    • Old computer monitors – we have 2 and just bought a new laptop (to replace Hubby’s desktop)
  5. Move Logan’s chest of draws into the nursery
  6. Set up the nursery – put down the rug, move the furniture around, put up some art…
  7. Set up a new play area in Logan’s room to replace the chest of draws – we’ll reuse items we already have nothing new will be bought thank fully
  8. Potentially get another rug/mat to go under my feeding chair
  9. Cook some freezer meals and snacks
  10. Sort through my boxes of maternity/newborn stuff
  11. Pack my hospital bag
  12. Install car seat – I think we will leave this until after she’s born but might store it at my in-laws so it’s closer to the hospital (otherwise there’s no space in our little car)
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Week 31: Bonding with Bubs


Size: pineapple

What’s Bubs Up To: really nothing new to report, it’s still a non-stop party in there.

Symptoms: tired, I definitely need my naps; general all round uncomfortableness; not sleeping well at night and waking up early morning; crazy dreams were I’m usually in trouble

Cravings: sweet things and the occasional apple

Keep that away from me: nothing new to report this week

Weight: 80kg give or take

Feelings: getting over people asking if we have any names picked out – it’s getting hard to dodge the “have you got any favourites” – I don’t want to come across as a bitch because I know they’re not asking to be mean so I tend to just lie and say no which isn’t completely untrue…

Random: still no movement on the nursery – she’s the poor second child already, I swear I’d washed Logan’s clothes and we had the nursery pretty much done by now…whoops!

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Week 30: Bonding with Bubs


Size: coconut

What’s Bubs Up To: it’s still party time in my belly but now she’s getting me in the ribs OUCH

Symptoms: lack of sleep and I’m definitely feeling her kick me or squish my bladder a lot more. I’ve been getting a sore lower back really easily as well which isn’t fun.

Cravings: coffee, salt and vinegar chips and chocolate the latter two after dinner and yes Hubby has had to do some late night shops.

Keep that away from me: turkey mince – I put it in the pan for dinner and thought it was rancid but figured I should let Hubby do the non-preggo test…turns out I just can’t stand the stuff this pregnancy but any other mince is ok.

Weight: 80kg give or take

Feelings: missing being able to bend over and putting on shoes isn’t much fun! I’ve definitely become “pregnant” now.

Random: hopefully we’re setting up the nursery (somewhat) this weekend. I’m also counting down until my fit ball arrives I can’t wait to sit on it!

 

 

 

 

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Could I…

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Random little texts from the Hubby about silly job offers in Dubai…but could I if it was serious?

I’ve been the child of parents who went to work overseas – Dad moved with the bank to Papua New Guinea – whilst the memories are tarnished by my parents divorce I do remember having lots of fun. Sure it must have been dangerous, afterall we had guards, huge fences around our property and whenever we went anywhere lots of security with guns (and my Dad was by no means a high flyer just a bank manager) but I never really took in that aspect of it at the time.

Things changed though and later in life I never saw myself wanting to live anywhere but Perth. Sure I wanted to travel and see the world and take big holidays whenever we could but I knew I wanted to live and raise a family in WA. So what’s changed?

I guess seeing how expensive it is to live in Perth and how our dreams of home ownership keep slipping further and further away (unless we want to live in suburbs we don’t want to live in – I am yet to be able to consider that sacrifice). Something in my brain has switched and I would actually be ok with living in another country. My friend has almost completed her two years in Canada and I’m guessing it’s been one of (if not) the best experience of her life. Coming from a Human Resources background the fear of it disrupting my career trajectory was always there, thinking about how it might be difficult coming back to Perth and getting a job but now…Now I don’t care about mine, only Hubby’s and if it wouldn’t screw with his future prospects then I’m pretty keen.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t respect myself or my career or that I value his career above my own (except to some extent I do) it just means that at this point in our lives he’s doing something he’s passionate about whereas I love my place of work and the work is good but it doesn’t drive me. Then there are the kid(s) to factor in too and I figure before they really get into schooling maybe it would be good to try our time somewhere else?

I know next to nothing about Dubai other than I’ve been through the airport a couple of times and the ads for it on Emirates flights make it look like a rich kid’s paradise. I wouldn’t jump on anything like this without research but for now it’s just day-dreaming fun and it sure does beat doing the cleaning!

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