Dear Speck, Nothing new to report. I think I am going to be thoroughly ready for you to come out when the time comes – now it’s just you getting bigger and me being perpetually hungry day after day. Some days you kick a bit more than others, but that is the main difference. Yesterday was a big all-out kicking day. I took that as a sign that perhaps I wasn’t tiring you out enough so on the way home I walked down to Milson’s Point, caught the ferry to Balmain East and then trekked my way home through Balmain for some exercise.Great walk, it’s nice to be out and about on the harbour. Pictures to show you. I think it worked – you were a little calmer last night than you had been all day. Your efforts yesterday were more disconcerting than normal because of your position: you seem to have spun around so you were kicking up towards my lungs in an upward direction rather than the down towards the bladder which I’m more used to. Haven’t written for a few days but all is pretty quiet on your front, and I’m back down in Sydney for the week after the weekend in Brisbane. Your Dad, I, your Aunt & T put your pram together on the weekend. It was a communal effort (see pictures). Wanted to check that the carrycot we bought actually fit the pram. It did, good. Your dad has since ordered the spare part we needed to make it tip-top, so after a quick wash I need to do, it will be set for you. Its a little strange to think about pushing you around in it. You now have a pram, a carrycot, a few little toys, a muslin wrap to drape over the pram (thanks T & El)… Your dad and I had a practice getting the pram from the front of the house to the street too. It was something a friend suggested we try to make sure it would all work. And good thing we tried, ’cause it was impossible. The width of the middle step is just too short to use to leverage the pram up to the next step, and too long to allow you to skip it and just leverage straight up. Which in any case would make it a steep angle for you lying in it… I tried for a few minutes to get it up by myself, until your dad exclaimed, “You’re faking it. You’re being silly!” to me, and snatching the pram away to try for himself. After manoeuvring the pram in an 18 point turn through one of the Australian grass bushes by the front gate, and numerous bumps, he managed to get it up to the street. “See, it can be done!”… He took a quick look back and then laughed, admitting with me that if you had been in the pram at the time you would have lost an eye in the bush and then most likely fallen out one side as the pram tipped wickedly from side to side as he lumped it up the last step. So. That’s a no-go for our stairs the way they are now. We’ll have to think of an alternative – current best option – build a boardwalk-style ramp from the street to the front deck. Its been added to your Dad’s list of projects. Apart from poking your eye out, your dad would have lost you again while in the pram. He came back into the yard through the gate, again, “It can come in ok… mmmm. Maybe a bit bumpy” (yeah, pity about the big bumps and the screaming baby had you been in it). And then deposited the pram on the front deck and stepped back to check the mailbox or something. At which point the pram started rolling backwards until I exclaimed and he managed to catch it just in time before it toppled right off. We both peed ourselves laughing as he put the brake on the pram. “Baby down. Bah baaaaah” (think game-show ‘you’re wrong’ buzzer noise). We decided perhaps we needed to put a doll in the pram and push it around for a few days to make sure we didn’t kill the doll, and practised for you. Maybe we will be the worst parents. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. There is no going back at this point. Anyway, hope you’re all well in there. Back to Brisbane tonight. Look forward to the plane. love mum
Happy New Year! (and Happy 15th week of gestation) January 1, 2009
Good Morning and Happy New Year!
We had a GREAT New Year’s eve and New Year and new year’s day so far! It was beautiful, relaxing and fun. We started off by packing and then went to the ferry with a little time to spare. After waiting for Mike to arrive (which he did with 2 minutes to the ferry arriving), we lined up with another 15 people and all their luggage and waited excitedly to get on. Cockatoo Island was in plain sight and a 3 minute ferry ride away.
Alas – the ferry was full! At this point with one car and a LOT of stuff, all the roads in Balmain closed (it was just after 3pm), we were kinda stuck. We figured the next ferry would be just as full so it would be tricky to get there.. So close yet so far. I phoned all the water taxis and alas, all booked out. After a half hour wait with really no options luckily some others on the wharf with us managed to get a water taxi to arrive and we amazingly managed to cram 14 people with a lot of luggage onto a little yellow boat… I wish I’d taken a photo but with really no room to fiddle around it didn’t happen. But we made it!!!
Take a look at the photos: the video of the photos .
We got to the island, found a spot for our tents and set up camp. Then got a nice grassy spot overlooking the harbour bridge and right out in front of the mid-river barge, got the food, table and chairs out and settled in for the afternoon/evening.
And it was lovely! Lots of food, fireworks, chats but generally a very relaxed way to bring in the new year. There were a lot of families around, and there was heaps of space for everyone to spread out as much as they liked. The fireworks were amazing, with lots of lights up close and far away. We were so close to the barge that we were getting black specks from the fireworks all over us. Your dad wanted to know what you thought of it all – it was really really loud. We figured you could definitely hear it in there. Hope it was fun and not too scarey!
Anyway, tired and watching series one of Dr Who with your dad.
Back in Sydney – and back into exercise December 31, 2008
Hello Little Munchkin Speccie,
I am feeling particularly well today! Slept well – we are in our own very comfortable bed in Sydney again. I woke up and felt you having a ‘flutter’ this morning while I attempted to sleep in (but was thwarted by your Dad’s phone ringing.. aagh); then had a relaxed morning of reading my pregnancy books (I left them at home while we were away) for you week 14 and week 15 (’cause that is tomorrow). Your dad came and did some reading of them with me. His comments weren’t particularly helpful – like ‘your gums might start bleeding – you’d better floss better every day’ and ‘oooh – vaginal discharge – yuk… Have you got that yet???… Phew it stinks in this bed’. In his normal charming manner. But apart from that, and feeling like a beached whale, I was happy.
And I’m ready to face the new year and going back to work and what not with you in the picture. I’m not going to study this semester, so hopefully your dad and I will have some time to do some fun stuff together before you come along, and really enjoy living in Sydney over the latter half of summer. Your dad set my bike up in the living room for me last night so I can get back into pedalling (safely without any cars around) whenever I like from now on – which is exciting.
This morning we also started some pregnancy yoga exercises from Janet Balaskas’ “New Active Birth”… And they were good! Your dad read them out aloud and did some with me while I gently tried to stretch different parts of my back, abdomen, legs etc. All in order to make this whole pregnancy thing more comfortable for me, and to try to make sure you slip out easily when the time comes. They weren’t particularly crazy – just like regular yoga but concentrating on the pelvis quite a bit. All in all I felt really good afterwards – after being in the car driving for the past few days things had got a little stiff and the release of the stretches helped. Hopefully we’ll be able to make time over the next few weeks to work our way through all of the exercises in the book then I can do them on my own each day before work or something like that. Hope you enjoyed them too?
I gave you a little massage afterwards. Apparently you can perhaps feel my massaging at this point. You’re almost 8.5 cm long, which seems big when I look at the size of my stomach. Yes, its got more solid and bigger, but its not huge. I just look a bit fat really, unless you know I’m pregnant. I do feel beached whale-like, but since we’re back home I’m going back to healthier eating and exercising etc…
Must run – off to get ready to go camping tonight for New Years Eve. We’re off to Cockatoo Island in the middle of the Sydney Harbour where some friends have booked a campsite and we will watch the fireworks herald the new year.