Nesting

With less than 5 weeks to go (and if we can trust our midwife's gut then it should be about 3 weeks to go) the nesting syndrome is kicking in. We managed to clean out the cupboards, throw away needless junk, and set up the nursery (the most fun part of all).

Below are some sneak preview shots of bits and pieces but you will have to wait to see the entire picture!

 

 

You might have noticed a prevalence for blue and you might remember that we dont actually know the sex of our little one. The reason for the choice of blue is:
1. I like it (our wedding was blue, my lounge has touches of blue, the ocean and the sky are blue)
2. It is fresh and calming - it brings a lightness to the room, which is otherwise warm with textures of beige and earthy tones
3. I prefer blue to pink

Does this mean our potential little girl will have an identity crisis? Im not even going to answer that.
Does this mean that we cant introduce other colours in the future? Duh...

So in answer to all the people who said, "Oh, I have to know, because I have to prepare." Does it look like I am unprepared? Gosh, that was the silliest response to our choice to hold onto surprise and mystery through out my pregnancy. Just because you could not wait to find out does not make me unprepared. Cue cartoon punch.

So whether we end up having...

...our house is ready. It is filled with love not just from us but from grandma & grandpa, cousins and aunties as well as the crew of special friends who I consider family through and through.

And as for me? These are the things I am grateful for:
1. I am still wearing my jeans & my wedding ring.
2. I still do not know what heartburn is.
3. I dont have trouble sleeping although the excitment makes falling asleep a bit tricky these past few days
4. I haven't experienced Braxton Hicks
5. Shredded bran - thank you!
6. I have about 5 stretch marks (and these are on my one breast since it doubled in size in about a week)
7. Bio Oil
8. Friends and family that have been outstandingly generous and warm
9. My husband who holds me while I cry from the hormones, who makes me laugh at the silliest things, who calls me beautiful everyday (I'm not joking - everyday!), who is brave, strong and valiant - my true prince.

Its almost time for our greatest adventure to begin.

Let the Dreams Begin

So I had my first child related nightmare last night.

In my dream I had given birth to our little baba. The very next scene I am walking down the street with a colleague of mine as we walk to a job. I was telling her about buying breast pads (yip, I have bought breast pads - so charming!) and telling her this triggered some distant memory...Oh yes, I had given birth. And then the questions started to run through my head at a rapid pace...Did I look at my child? Had I fed her/him? I realised I had done neither of these things. I turned around and started pumping my legs as fast as they would go to get back home as soon as I could.

It was horrifying but I suspect it is the first of many panic stricken dreams where I am underachieving as a mom. With 5 weeks to go, (if I go full term - the doctor said I should prepare for an early delivery) the thought that there will actually be a tiny human being in my arms is starting to become real, very REAL.

Now it doesn't take a Freud major to see how my mind is still trying to transition from working professional to new mom; how the reality of the baby is still unreal despite carrying this little one inside of me and feeling every little movement, hiccup, elbow and foot. I have heard other parents say that you can never really prepare, once they put that tiny human in your arms your whole world turns upside down and nothing is ever the same.

I look forward to this new phase of our lives, and learning how to be a parent with my partner in crime (possibly the best husband in the world and I just know he will be an even better father!) We spent most of the weekend buying the last bits and bobs for the baba and when I say bits and bobs I mean we spent a small fortune on our credit cards...ouch! My bestie and I tackled painting the feature wall of the nursery which now looks like a complete mess but once i can put everything in its final place I think it will look just perfect (pictures to follow from before, during and then after).

So we should be all wrapped up and ready to rumble in 2 weeks. And then? And then there is nothing left to do but wait for this massive event that will change us for the rest our lives.