Teeny weeny baby clothes washed and drying in preparation!
So I'm almost 38 weeks pregnant.
Well and truly at the pointy (well actually, the very round) end. I bump into things constantly (including random strangers in the supermarket - awkward), have horrible heart burn and restless legs, need to pee ALL. THE. TIME, am achey and clumsy and uncomfortable and tired.
And so I find myself sometimes wishing that this little baby will arrive early, so that I can be rid of all these weird symptoms and this strangeness that has taken over my body. But then I quickly remember that as soon as this baby does arrive, life will be turned upside down. The lovely little life we have as a family of three will be changed forever, and we will no longer have the time to focus solely on our one child. We will be back to those newborn days of broken sleep, boobs out constantly, holding and pacing and shooshing. So I'm just trying to enjoy these last weeks of relative calm, and am relishing quality one on one time with Leo.
And then of course, there's the birth.
I had quite the shocker with Leo, and have done a fair bit of 'work' to get myself ready for round two. We are again going to give birth at the Family Birth Centre here in Melbourne, a beautiful, peaceful place that is the next best thing to a home birth and I am keeping really positive that this experience will be what we had hoped for last time. I'm confident that it will be...
"A portrait of my child(ren), once a week, every week, in 2014"
Leo: Always goes a bit nuts after he gets out of the bath. This photo - deceptively serene - was quickly followed by several others involving nude acrobatics on the couch. Thought I'd stick with this one here!
Well we're getting to the pointy end of things here... I'm 36 weeks pregnant and feeling rather ready to bring this baby into the world. Actually, I'm not ready at all - we haven't chosen a boy's name, we don't have a baby bed ready, I just got clothes out of storage last night, and basically haven't got my head around the idea of the impending mother of two status. But regular days over 40 degrees and my general hugeness (see picture above) has led me to be pretty keen to meet this bubba.
One of the things on our 'to do' list, was to have a little weekend away, just the fella and I, before the chaos arrives. And so we farmed off the child to the grandparents, hired a cabin 20m walk from the beach, sailed through another 40 degree weekend with fresh sea breezes, went and saw Cat Power at a local town hall (weirdest gig ever), slept in, had numerous swims, read the newspaper cover to cover, started a novel and actually had some quality time as a couple!
It was bliss, and just what we were both needing.
And now, the countdown begins. I finish work this week, and I can feel the nesting bug starting to kick in. And we're getting out those name books! Any ideas for boys (think we have a girl sorted) are gladly welcomed!