Finally managed to get the video camera going in time to capture this attempt to pacify the smaller sister 
This almost compensates for the number of times I ‘mistakenly’ attempt to jump on her head each day….
Love mum
P.S. Rocky road to follow later this week
Hello!
Well, it’s that time again, where I feel as ginormous as a house. And look like it too.
No, I take it back, as your father says:
“Who swallowed the soccer ball?”.
I’m not really as big as a house, just as big as it would be to have a whole soccer ball in your stomach. Yep, that’s me:
So, not sure what happened to the happy hormones, but they kinda just upped and left me all alone with the grumpy ones about a week ago. It co-incided with my pelvic-floor/back deciding that it really only had the stamina to hold a growing baby until week 28 and that it was just going to give up and go with the strain of it all. Pity it didn’t co-ordinate with my nerve-endings and decide to release a bunch of serotonin at the same time – that would have made it bearable. Why can’t we control that ourselves??
So. Grumpy 28-week pregnant lady on the loose.
That is me.
Thankfully however a few months ago I booked myself my first trip-away from child #1 (Poogie) down to Sydney for this week. So here I am in Sydney for a few days, sans-child and sans-husband.
A bit of work, and a bit of play before I’m not allowed to fly anymore. So today, after a day at work yesterday, I plan to shake off the grumpiness by consuming all manner of sweet desserts at Adriano Zumbo’s after a short walk from the relaxing lounge where I am currently reclining at Chez Shef’s…. (thank-you for welcoming me into your home – read: letting me invade and take over once again).
love mum
ps. I have just reviewed my state at 28 weeks in my last pregancy. And lo and behold, surprise, surprise: I was grumpy, the happy hormones had deserted me, and I was compensating with dessert…
p.p.s. and to cheer me up this morning already, two of our dearest friends just welcomed their beautiful little girl into the world. So I’m smiling at least a little
Hello!
I had a premonition today that things weren’t quite right. So I phoned your daycare at 2:00pm, when I knew you’d be sleeping, just to see how things were going.
“Great, great, great, he’s having a great day…”
I had a good chat with your teacher and all seemed well, you’d been interacting well, trying really hard to talk in whole sentences all morning, and having a ball in general.
Then 30 minutes later at 3:00pm I got a call:
“O has woken up and he has a bit of a high fever, your intuition was right!”..
So I went and got you – and you were a little crying mess of hot sweaty 38.9 degree celcius feverish boy when I got there. Poor thing. So we went home, took the advice of the hospital from last time and after you having some panadol did no cold compresses or showers or anything, just some quiet time reading and cuddling together in bed. Which worked fine for the first hour while the panadol was still taking effect.
And I learned something about you through the constant stream of babble-talk that you went on with while in your half-sick-crazed state. You can count to ten perfectly. Over and over. In the middle of sentences, like:
“Mummy, daddy, magpie up in the tree, eating icecream, and then big bang, hockey hockey ball ball, hit ball up up. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, um, eight, nine, ten. Hungry caterpillar, magpie waddle giggle gargle, mummy….”
small things. Kind of astounding because your Dad and I certainly haven’t taught you that. And we don’t watch TV or anything that really has that kind of counting in it. Must be osmosis at daycare!
love mum
(p.s. 21 months)
This week you’ve started to talk in whole sentences. Like,
“The bird is in the sky. Up there.”
And the like. And in addition to using your own sentences, you’ve decided to repeat verbatim what other people say to you, back to them:
“Let’s go eat now”; “Lets feed the chickens”; “I like eggs”….
So today I was pulling out of our street into the busy road on the way to drop you (O) at daycare when someone nearly hit me… I swerved and said,
“Fuck. Stupid asshole. Did you see that, they almost hit us.”
Can you see where this is going???..
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You proceeded to babble in the back about “ducks” with a certain inflection in your voice the rest of the way to daycare.
Nice one mum.
P.S. Yes, we have instituted the swear jar, as I’ve written about before. But at present the rules are that it only applies once you walk in the front door. With the unspoken proviso that both your Dad and I try to adhere to it around you at most times…. But as I’ve also said before that I think I have contributed the most to the about $150 we’ve collected so far..
Dear Baby,
So, I’m now 22 weeks pregnant, and all is going well.
I feel kinda guilty about not writing more about this pregnancy on the blog – sharing more intimately what is going on, as I did last time.
But for some reason I just feel more at peace with the whole process, and for some reason, a little more private about it all too. Just like it is a calm and peaceful journey that we are going on right now, and that we are getting to know each other quietly while you’re growing, moving and kicking around down in my slowly-expanding belly.
You feel to me like a different baby than your brother. I can’t put my finger quite on how or why or what is different, it is just a different feeling.
Common to last time, I have a renewed vigour for food and all things edible. Last week your dad was out for a meeting one night and wasn’t going to be back for dinner but I had a hankering for a nice meal, so I cooked myself a two course meal that I had a craving for. It took 4 hours to cook, in between looking after and playing with your brother, getting him fed and bathed and to bed, but it was well worth it… (more…)
Hello!
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…)
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Amazing thing just happened. You actually signed “sleepy” or “sleeping” for the first time, in trying to tell me you wanted to go to bed!
You have another permutation of the day-care-cold you’ve had for weeks, so you are a bit more tired than normal, and this morning I put you down for a sleep at 9am after you woke at 6:45 in the morning, as you were grumbling at me and just needed it. Normally you go through to around 11am now before you go down for a sleep. Anyway, you slept for just over an hour, then we went out and you played with some kids in the creche that you know while I did pilates. I’d taken you a big fat rissole and you ate that for the whole hour I was gone.
I picked you up, and you looked a bit tired, but I thought, well, you’ve only been up for two hours, so can’t be bed-time yet. We ventured home via the fish shop, where you ogled the pictures of the fish and busily told me that you wanted to eat them (all via baby signing: signing, “fish, fish” and trying to say it, then signing “eat, eat”). We jumped in the car and came home, you still madly signing “eat” and “more, more”. I made you a quick toasted sandwich with hommus, tomato and cheese, and while you munched down on that, got one for myself. I came and joined you at the table and you of course demanded my sandwich instead of yours and started to eat that.
Then the weird bit. You suddenly stopped eating, had a big drink of water, then started to move your hand to the side of your head and tilt your head. And I, dumbfounded wondered what you were doing. Then you did it again. And pointed towards the doorway back to your room. And I got it. Despite the fact that I’ve been signing sleep, or sleepy, for about 6 months and you’ve never shown any indication that you’ve even noticed me signing it, let alone attempting to copy it: there you were, signing “sleepy”. (more…)
Hello!
Update on the blood test.
I managed to not cry. Mostly because I had to help hold you down on the table and you were looking right at my face, so I thought I should keep it together and look calm and in control for your sake. Inside I was quaking. (and I managed to keep the chocolate down too).
You screamed, and they took at least 7 vials of blood (more…)
