A pretty good week on the happy photo sharing front. I’m finding it easier to find joy in the little things like cups of tea.
Monday: I love it when the kids amuse themselves with craft.
Tuesday: Earl grey with a teaspoon of honey. Little cup of heaven before bed.
Wednesday: My son humouring his little sister’s dress up game but insisting on the grey bow. He’s an awesome brother. She misses him while he’s at school.
Friday: Baking with this girl.
Saturday: Today I turned a pair of jeans into a skirt for Xanthe. I’ve been talking about doing it for ages and today I finally got it done. I’m stoked with how it turned out. (Why was I so excited with a simple jean-to-skirt conversion? Because I am not known for my mad sewing skills)
Sunday: Teaching Millar how to play Monopoly. He won. He’s very happy about it.
Not ready to share photos of my baby bump, I will instead share this photo to show you how I feel.
When my body realised it was pregnant again – after the shock wore off – it went straight into super pregnant mode. It didn’t ease into it at all, it just jumped straight into heavily pregnant, racing through all other stages if not bypassing them altogether. It’s like my body knows what it’s doing and doesn’t want to waste time in the preliminary stages. This is not my first time at the rodeo! It’s efficient I guess. I mean, why spend three months in each trimester when you can just jump straight to all that third trimester awesomeness as soon a possible? Right?
Still within my first trimester, my clothes struggled to fit and I had to stop wearing my jeans. Although my tummy didn’t look like a little baby bump. It just looked like I’d eaten all the pies.
Now into my second trimester, the bump is thankfully a little more pregnancy shaped and less pie shaped. However, it looks like I’m about thirty weeks pregnant instead of only eighteen.
My core muscles went on leave early too. They have previously stuck around until well into my third trimester but they were gone almost as soon as the second pink line appeared. This makes most things tricky. Like moving at all.
Baby brain kicked in quickly, taking away my ability to construct simple sentences or remember certain words or locate my car keys. Ok, the car key thing is not a pregnancy thing, It’s just a me thing. But everything else I can totally blame on “my condition”.
I am already enjoying such third trimester joys like heartburn and pelvic girdle pain. The stretch marks were already there, so I can’t complain about those.
I’m not sure if the exhaustion is new or is just a mum thing. But I’m sure it will never go away now that I’m having a third baby.
I must be insane.
I’ve been so busy lately – actually I’ve been sick and lying on the couch a lot, but let’s just go with “busy” – that I forgot to brag about mother’s day and even more importantly, my birthday!
I turned 27 again this year, which is nice. Although my son refuses to play my age pretend game and instead likes to remind me of how old I actually am. Lovely child.
My dad and his wife came over just before my birthday and stayed for the week. Lovely to have people to celebrate my birthday with and it felt like a week long festival of me.
I was spoilt and got some lovely pressies like all the best stationery as well as going out for dinner at my new favourite local restaurant. My husband made the most awesome cake which sadly, no one got a good photo of.
This is the best photo of the cake which was a two tiered carrot cake with cream cheese icing and a ring of carrot cake pops all topped with a swirl of salted caramel.
My Dad and Xanthe enjoyed themselves. I was pretty pleased with how well my kids behaved in a restaurant with no playground and I got to eat proper food – the most delicious ravioli ever.
Mothers’ Day was awesome too. It’s only a week after my birthday so the festival of me continued. Millar did really well at the school mothers’ day stall with a purchase of a Japanese doll money box. He bought it because I have a babushka doll, so I obviously like dolls and also because it’s green and because my phone and my drink bottle are green, it means I must love green. I love that he thought all those things before choosing her.
I also got a photo album full of pictures of the kids and some even had me in it! There’s not a lot of photos of me out there as I’m usually the one with the camera.
I had to work on Mothers’ day, so we didn’t go and do anything fun, but I did come home to a gorgeous roast dinner cooked by my favourite man.
Life is good.
My husband bought us tickets to Wicked! for my birthday. Today we get to go and see it. I am so excited! …..I should go and get ready!
The timing of seeing this pic on facebook is perfect as I wanted to share some accidental selfies I have taken. I am so glad it’s not just me that does this.
I usually delete the accidental selfie as soon as it happens, but some survive the deletion process as I quickly change to the correct camera to capture the actual thing I wanted to photograph.
Most unflattering angle ever. I was trying to take a photo of the kids playing with Leo on the lawn. Failed.
Another delightfully unattractive accidental selfie. Managed to get my finger in it too. It’s like a double fail. I think I was attempting to take a photo of something while lying on the couch.
This one didn’t turn out too bad as far as accidental selfies go. It was Millar’s birthday party and I was trying to get a shot of Xanthe running around like a pirate with patch and sword. I ran around in front of her and bent down and clicked. Caught my goofy grin instead.
Are you an accidental selfie taker?