So now we’re here! 5 weeks to go, give or take. We’re feeling excited, ambitious and also just quietly, we’re shitting our pants. I honestly feel like being pregnant is one of those things (at least the first time around) that you get so used to waiting you tend to forget that something real and beautiful is going to happen at the end of it all. 9 months is an awful long time, but at the same time in comparison to the length of a persons life, it’s as an awfully short amount of time. Yet somehow a tiny little human is created and fully equipped to live in the outside world within that time.
Our list of names has finally gotten shorter, and recent developments lead me to believe that maybe, just maybe, we might have picked a name! (Maybe) We’ll see what happens the day she gets here I suppose. And yes, everyone is still trying to get us to call her Poppy, and no we have not and will not give in! The nickname Poppy is absolutely gorgeous, and we’ll probably still use it while she’s cute and little, but the name we pick will be more suited to a person of all ages whilst still being beautiful and elegant.
Busy busy busy pretty much sums up the most part of our lives the last couple of months! If you know us well, you’ll know we recently moved houses (not far from where we used to live- same suburb) into a new area of development. It’s beautiful, and what’s even more beautiful is the fact that we now know this is the house we’ll be bringing our daughter home to. Last weekend we had our baby shower, which was also nothing short of amazing, seeing so much love and support coming from our family and friends is truly the greatest feeling.
Her nursery is in the midst of being set up (it’s an absolute pigsty) and I’m hoping that the nesting instinct kicks in soon because at the moment, even though I’m on maternity leave, I’m pretty unmotivated to wash 5000 different little outfits, blankets, socks and everything else! I keep telling myself tomorrow, so hopefully one day it will happen before she’s born.
We’ve had a couple of things happen that have kind of kicked our arses into gear about making sure our bags are ready for the hospital- just a couple of things that sometimes mean labour is near but so far we’re still all good- and definitely have our bags packed! We’re going on a little getaway with some close friends of ours next weekend, so I keep telling myself I don’t mind if she comes early, just not before our holiday! So far only 4 days to get through before we’re there so it’s not too long to hold my legs crossed!
Over all I think reality is definitely starting to sink in, for the both of us. I take more notice of the cramps here and there, Dan is always checking on me like the gentleman he is, and I think I give my mother a heart attack every time she gets a missed call from me (sorry mum). Nothing is swelling (besides the obvious stomach) which has been a pleasant surprise for me because I fully expected it by now. I have however been dealing with a little bit of pregnancy insomnia, crampy legs and heartburn, nothing I can’t handle though. It’s so odd because no matter how much pain I seem to be in, I’ve never felt so much love or respect for my body, and I feel incredibly blessed to be able to carry a little tiny human inside of me. And I still can’t believe that soon she will be with us!