i'm pregnant and it's going to be a rollercoaster

Movie Monday: Pride comes before a fall. Well, a jump technically. And bad parent award of the day. October 25, 2010


Friday afternoon, you were practicing your climbing skills again by repeatedly climbing up and down the furniture in the lounge room and I thought, “great, a chance to get a video. Haven’t done one in ages.”. (more…)


Hello down there. Hope all is well. October 21, 2010

Hello little pumpkin,

How is it all going down there? I hope well.

I’ve been thinking about you. Multiplying rapidly. I’m thinking you’re a girl. No reason to, just think you are. Maybe it’s a wish. Maybe not. Who knows.

My brain is going about 10,000 miles a second, same as it did when I was pregnant with your brother. I’m starting to get kinda tired, like exhausted, at the end of each day. About 6pm and I need to get into bed for a nap. But don’t always get the chance. …

quick note. just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you!

love mum

21 October 2010


something fishy… October 20, 2010

Filed under: Parenting — rakster @ 9:29 am

I’m sitting at my desk trying to work and I detect the faint odour of something fishy.

Or just plain rotten.

I’ve cleaned the desk, I’ve scoured the room. But I can’t find the source.

What is the bet that it’s a tasty little morsel of food you’ve squirrelled away for a rainy day?



rocking the kindi goodbyes October 20, 2010

Filed under: Parenting — rakster @ 8:52 am


So I just dropped you, my little pumpkin, at kindi (daycare), and once again, with no pause whatsoever, you just give me a big kiss then wave and say “bye, bye”.

Makes you feel a little redundant as a mum.

and proud that you’re so self-assured and happy.




you know you’re pregnant when… October 20, 2010

Filed under: family,healthcare,Parenting,pregnancy,Raising a Child — rakster @ 8:49 am
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You know you’re pregnant when your 16 month old (yes 16 months omg I can’t really say ‘baby’ anymore, and soon we’ll move to ‘nearly two’ rather than counting in months. too quick! too quick!!!) can replicate the exact sound, pitch and timbre of your digestive farts.

Yes. The digestive farts are back in full force, and much as I’d like to think I’m the kind of refined woman that manages to keep it to herself, there just isn’t holding it in, particularly at home, and particularly when only a 16 month old is around. Who can he tell, right? …

Mm… I may be creating a little fart monster. He can now also say, “Fart”, and does so with glee.

He’s a boy, so it was bound to happen anyway, right? right? I maybe just sped up the process slightly.

written: October 20 2010…


i think I am because… October 15, 2010

Filed under: Parenting — rakster @ 12:50 pm

I just cried at a Jetstar ad on TV.

Sad. me, that is, not the ad.

I have to go and get bloodtests today to test my hormone levels. but I think it’s another sign…

15 October 2010


torrential rain October 12, 2010

Filed under: Parenting — rakster @ 1:13 pm

It’s been raining every day for over a week now. The ground is sodden and I’m thinking I just need to buy you some galoshes and a good rain coat (and some for myself) so we can just get out there and enjoy it.

Anyway you got new boots for our upcoming trip to Canada and you stomped around in the rain with them:

stomping down the wet pramway

i like this shot:

in the wet front garden


love you



my-speck – the blog… Luna & finishing… October 12, 2010

Filed under: Parenting — rakster @ 12:49 pm

Dear Little Miss Boona (babe #2) <December 2011>,

Boona, our affectionate nickname for little Miss Luna.

What to say, what to say?? Life has marched on, and in the middle of the marching, I got a bit faint.   Peed on a stick again, and there you were!  Due the same date two years later than your big brother.

Busy running around after a 1 then 2 year old while you were busy growing, I didn’t feel quite as open about my pregnancy the second time round.  I wasn’t sure why.

Welcome Luna Myfanwy

Then you joined us, 26th June 2011.  Again, though the VJJ with no drugs or whatnot, a bit of a quick process with me eating dinner one minute having a few contractions and then an hour later telling the midwife where to go in no uncertain terms because, “No, I’m not ready to push.  I’m not ready to have a f*ing baby right now.  Not yet.” And you of course arriving minutes later.

And since you’ve arrived the quietness in the pregnancy has all made sense.  You’re a calm and serene and happy little person.  Watching, always watching: me or your big brother.  Taking it in.  But quietly.


When you were in your first 8 weeks I sometimes wanted to poke you to see if you would make a noise.  Because you were so silent and content.  An occasional squawk or noise (and a yell like a fire engine when your brother tested your boundaries a few times), but generally just using your eyes and smiling mouth to communicate what you want and need….  We’ll have to see what happens when you start to talk.


So here we all are.  A family of four, adjusting, growing and learning.  About each other, and other random things.  Eating a lot.  Living in Brisbane, Australia.  Working, playing and cooking.

Love mum



it’s always when you’re not expecting it. October 12, 2010

Filed under: Parenting — rakster @ 12:20 pm

Last week at pilates I got a bit lightheaded, my blood pressure bottomed out and I nearly fainted.  I rested for the rest of the day, as much as is possible with a 15 month old, but then promptly forgot entirely that I’d even felt a little funny.   It had been a hot morning, the first ‘summer’ day (though it has rained torrentially every day since), so I figured I’d just overheated on the bike or whatever.  So just a bit of water and a lie down and lots of food and an excuse to watch TV in the afternoon while O was sleeping.

But of course, got reminded when I was at pilates today, and thought, “aha, I’m out of vitamins, I was a bit sick last week, I’ll just pop in and get some”.   A basketful of stuff later, O has destroyed the store as the colours of the stuff on the shelves are just too enticing and we go home.

I pop O in bed, then go and have a pee.  And discover: this.