So Uncomfortable. I can not even begin to describe the discomfort.
I’ve been experiencing the very annoying “practice contractions” known as Braxton Hicks contractions. I don’t think that should be allowed this close to the due date, because it’s confusing and also because I still have shit to do man! I can’t be stopping every ten minutes to wince and groan and think “was that real or practice?” It’s my third time at this particular rodeo and even though I’m mostly all zen about it, I still have issues with the complete lack of control over when this is all happening. I am a planner, but babies don’t respect that. They don’t give a hoot about schedules and calendars and meal plans and such; they tend to come when they damn well please.
So here I am. Braxton Hicksing all over the place and trying to finish things and sort stuff and make sure everything is in place for baby to arrive as well as all the day to day housework and usual mum stuff and the admin work I do. It might be time to stop working soon methinks.
I have finished the crochet blanket! I am really surprised that I actually managed to finish this before baby day. I’m pretty pleased with it. It has lots of mistakes and anomalies. It’s definitely home-made.
We bought another car. It is huge and has seven seats and a towbar. This means all the kids have their own space and we can continue with the travel plans by hooking up a caravan and hitting the road. Not just yet, but soon. So exciting.
We have also attached the cot to the side of our bed in a side-car co-sleeper type arrangement. We have strapped it to the bed properly and securely and made it up with the baby sheets, so that’s all ready to go. It makes it really hard for me to get in and out of bed at the moment, but I’m hoping this arrangement will mean less getting out of bed in those first few months. More rest for me and baby.
I have been on time with the birth of both Millar and Xanthe, but I’m hoping I go at least a week early with this one, because I’m impatient and also because I am so uncomfortable. I want the big belly to be strapped into a car seat so I can drive again!
Our little family is going to change so very soon. I’m looking forward to seeing what this new person is like and how the dynamics change. I remember when Xanthe was born, I was worried I wouldn’t have enough love to go around two babies. But I did, and my favourite part was watching the sibling love grow. It’s still my favourite part of this whole thing, and having another baby will be more of that and more of everything. More noise too. Bring it on.
Life is unfair. There is absolutely no rhyme or reason for the horrible things that happen to some people and why some people are touched by tragedy again and again while others breeze through, seemingly without a care under the wings of lady luck.
So far, I am one of the latter lucky creatures and I am fully aware of my luck and good fortune and am grateful beyond belief. The kind of grateful that doesn’t need to be kept track of in a grateful diary or Facebook daily list. So very grateful, yet always waiting for the other shoe to fall, wondering when my luck is due to run out.
I’m not a religious person. At all. So I don’t have a God to thank for my blessings, and if I did, I would and then I would ask why the hell my friends don’t have the same good fortune. Why me? Why am I so lucky? Why can’t I suffer some burden to lessen some of what is going on in the lives of those I love. Where is the balance?
But there is no balance. It’s all random. The luck train carries the lucky and runs over others and then backs up to hit them again, and again. We say things like “surely, your luck will change” or “you must have earned enough good karma now, something great must be just around the corner”. We don’t know shit. It’s all random. So cruelly random.
Just this week I have friends going through the toughest of shit, none of which are my stories to tell, and I can’t even touch on the shit to let you, the reader, know what they are dealing with because I don’t want it to seem that I am using their shit to get my sympathies. I am not that person. Suffice it to say they are all dealing with the worst of the toughest shit. Real shit. I don’t mean “drama”. I actively avoid the drama seekers. You know the type. They seek out and attract problems and drama and never stop complaining about the drama – so much drama. They are the people that don’t seem to realise how good they actually have it.
As I sit here waiting for my third baby to arrive, I feel so guilty with all my good fortune. I am lucky to even be having this baby. All of my kids are amazing blessings that I didn’t even know that I wanted. I really hope my luck continues with the health of this baby. I may not be religious, but I am often superstitious which is ridiculous. I feel I have been so blessed that how could I possibly be allowed to have even more? How can this good fortune continue? Is no one in charge here? Do I throw salt or spit left? How do I keep this good thing going? There is no control. It’s all random. I am living the dream and am surrounded only by happiness and love. So incredibly lucky. And really, ridiculously grateful at what random has thrown my way.
I was given complimentary tickets to the show thanks to Nuffnang.
At six years of age Summer Moore has a lot on her mind. It’s her first week back at school after the holidays so she’s getting back into the routine of school days and homework. She also has two wobbly teeth! This is all pretty normal six year old stuff, except that Summer may lose her wobbliest tooth on stage at the Princess Theatre tonight during a performance of Once.
After enjoying immensely successful seasons in New York, London and Dublin the multi-award winning stage musical has come to Melbourne and celebrated it’s official opening on October 4th, receiving a well deserved standing ovation.
I was there in the audience on opening night and had fallen in love with the music a few bars into leading man, Tom Parson’s opening song. My adoration grew stronger as the show went on, the music uplifting and soul-filling accompanied by foot stomping, hand clapping and an Irish pub vibe that made me want to move to Dublin immediately.
Summer plays Ivanka, the child of the female lead, played by Madeline Jones. The age of Ivanka is one of the little things that they have changed when adapting the story from the much loved and likewise multi-award winning movie of the same name. Ivanka in Once, the movie, is a toddler. I imagine toddlers are just as hard to work with on stage as they are anywhere.
With this age change aside, the show stays pretty true to the original story, introducing several stronger characters and more humour, making it all a bit more “theatrical” yet maintaining the simplicity of the original love story behind the music and manages to do it all on the one set – the Irish Pub which only ever acts as a pub during intermission when the audience is invited on stage for their refreshments.
Summer shares her role of Ivanka with two other girls which makes it easier to juggle the late nights and early school mornings by performing only on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday Nights. Mum Melani has arranged with Summer’s school for her to come in late on Wednesdays and Fridays to ensure she still gets the sleep that she needs as well as making the most of this amazing experience.
When asked about the audition experience, Summer says she was so nervous as it was her first ever audition and she kept shrugging her shoulders. She must have done something right as she is now enjoying being a part of Once and is no longer nervous, saying that being on stage in front of all those people is not much different than being up on stage at her end of year dance concerts.
One thing that may set it apart is losing that wobbly tooth on stage. Ever the professional, Summer knows that if it happens tonight she needs to stay in character and remain cool. Assurances have been made that the tooth fairy will find it and all will be well.
Once, The Musical is currently playing at Melbourne’s Princess Theatre. Bookings can be made online
I received complimentary tickets to attend the show but was under no obligation to write about it. Summer Moore attends school with my son and graciously allowed me to interview her.