Third Trimester Tantrum: 8 things you are OVER by the end of pregnancy


Isn’t carrying life beautiful? The kicks, the glow, the joy of bringing another little human into the world who is half of you and half the person you love.

Well yes and no. All throughout pregnancy there are ups and downs, but pretty much all women (besides the blessed) get to around the end half of the third trimester and absolutely spit the dummy. They’re tired, they’re swollen, they’re cranky and in their minds, they’re utterly done. 

I’ve compiled a list of 8 pregnancy related things that I’m currently done with, in hopes someone, another mother, mother to be, or just anyone really, might find it a little funny. Mostly because right now, I’m completely losing my mind.  


1. Not being able to see my feet

or tie up my shoes, or shave my legs, or pick up things I drop. Basically from the hip downward is “out of bounds”,”no go zone”, “restricted area”. And yes in the beginning it’s funny, people pick things up for you and even tie your shoes for you (princess or what?). But as I’ve found out, asking your partner to shave your bikini line for you, after the 10th time, is no longer glamourous nor funny. You miss your independence! And god, being able to go for a walk without getting someone to tie up your laces.

2. Heartburn

I no longer am experiencing heartburn as Bub dropped a LOT further about a week ago. But I tell you what up until now, since I was probably 30 weeks I had not enjoyed a single meal. And I say this in all seriousness. After all how can one enjoy a meal when they feel it creeping back up their asophagus after 3 bites. 


3. Mood swings
Men, if you think your partner is bad during her “week”, then you just wait until she’s been a walking incubator for YOUR child for the last 8 months. Her hormones are through the roof, and for the most part, in her eyes it’s your fault. I’m not sure what anyone else experienced mood wise during this part of their pregnancy, but I’m pretty much either deliriously happy or a sobbing mess. And on the odd occasion when I’m cranky I usually just nap it off (lucky Dan right? though he’s probably sick of the tears by now). Living life never knowing if you’re about to cry or laugh gets old, reaaaalllly quickly.

4. Cramps

Cramps in your feet, cramps in your calves, cramps in your back. You’re basically a giant knotted muscle. And delightfully they only tend to happen when you least expect it. Ie, you’re asleep, just about to stand up, or mid stride. When you’re off guard and unsuspecting they usually lead to a unintentional yelp which causes an awful lot of concern from the people around you “are you okay? sh*t, is the baby coming? Did your waters break?”.  No, I’ve just been shot in the calf and can’t walk, but it’s fine…

5. Braxton Hicks Contractions (BHC)

Whoever Braxton Hicks is must have been a real bastard in life to have pre-labour cramps named after him. Up until about now BHC are fairly manageable, they’re short, sweet and usually only happen around 2-3 times a day. For me though, I’ve gotten to the stage now that for the last couple of weeks they happen more often, they’re more painful and honestly just down right bloody awful. Any mum that experienced them in this way will know, you either want them to get worse (and labour to actually progress) or you want them to kindly f*** off. Sitting up until 1am not really being sure if you’re in labour or not for 3 nights in a row isn’t and never will be fun.

6. Being the Sober Driver

I’m not, and never have been a big drinker. Ask anyone who’s whitnessed it, excessive amounts of alcohol and me don’t mix. But do you remember when you were a kid and your parents told you you couldn’t have something, and it just made you want it even more? Welcome to the life of a pregnant Mumma at any alcohol related social event ever. You don’t even want to get drunk, you just want a damn glass of wine to take the bloody edge off being around people who are drinking. I mean there are studies that say you can have just one… but honestly when you’ve got a little one inside of you, you become insanely protective. And that includes not just “giving in” and having a glass. Because come on guys, drunk babies are not okay. No matter what anyone says.

7. Opinions

And no I’m not talking about the well intended opinions from people who are already parents. I’m talking about the so called “parenting advice” you receive from people who either A. Have never had children or been pregnant themselves. B. Are physically incapable of having children (yes men, you). C. People who tell you you should or shouldn’t be doing something that you’ve already said you do or don’t want to do. Hello, people… it’s kind to ask if someone wants advice on something, and better yet it’s kind to actually know what you’re talking about before giving it as advice. It’s pretty simple really though, if you’re sharing advice good on you, but if you’re sharing your opinion for the sake of displaying that you know better than the expecting parents, its best then not to say anything at all. 

8. Needing to pee. Always

During the third trimester you come to realise, very quickly, that your bladder space has indeed been compromised. And even more so when a certain little someone decides to get friendly with your bladder with quick and swift elbow or kick, causing you to lose all control and wet your pants. Liners for this reason have probably been your best friend for months. And I tell you what you’ll be very very done with them by third trimester.

So there it is. 8 things I’m done with. 3 weeks left (technically) give or take. Let’s hope I survive… otherwise a lot more than a ranty blog post will be in order. Honestly though, we all know it’ll be worth it when you see that little face for the very first time. Because all the pregnancy crap in the world could never overshadow the fact that your life has been completely changed forever by someone you’ve only just met. And I bet you already can’t take your eyes off of them.

Our moment is coming. And I can’t wait.

Bump Update: Week 36

Ask any expectant mother what she thinks of the final trimester and she’ll probably swear at you, and then cry while peeing herself a little bit (but only enough that she won’t notice until she goes to the toilet later and wonders why her underwear is abnormally wet). 36 weeks is exactly a month from “due date”, though usually from 37 weeks onward you’re considered “full term” and therefore are probably thinking f*** the due date.

And indeed I am thinking f*** the due date. Until this week, we had a beautiful little holiday planned- so I was desperately crossing my legs in order to have our holiday before we have a baby. And now that the holiday is over and I’m sitting at home, slightly peeling from sunburn and 100% guaranteed uncomfortable, I want this babe OUT. Everything hurts, my back, my ever-cramping legs (that only seem to cramp in the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep), my ribs, my head and don’t even get me started on lightning crotch (look it up if you’re unaware of what it is, you’ll probably wince in pain just reading about it if you’re female. And probably even if you’re male).

It’s this part of pregnancy that makes you truly sympathetic toward the poor women who run past their date. Ladies- I love and respect you so much. You’re bloody champions. Though it also makes you thankful to have a pregnancy run smooth enough to reach full term, because there is no doubt there are ladies out there that don’t get to take their wee ones home because of how early they are born, and they also are so so strong and admirable.

For me, this last month has held many sneaky little surprises from our little girl. A little over 2 weeks ago I lost my mucus plug- yes, ew sounds gross, but if you’re a mum or know anything about pregnancy you’ll know this could be a big deal but could also mean nothing at all as they can and are known to regenerate themselves. I’ve also had a few braxton hicks contractions that have been a LOT more intense than what I’m used to. Though these things have certainly made me a little more on guard, for the sake of not getting overly excited only to be disappointed, I haven’t been too hopeful of these being signs that labour may be near, because we all know that it could also be very far. Babies come when they’re ready! And not a moment before.

Update on the name, we’ve picked it! How exciting! Hint- 3 syllables. That’s all you’re getting hint wise though! And honestly I’m so glad we’re keeping it between ourselves until she’s born. It’s like our own beautiful little secret. The name is really special to us both, just like she already is really really special to us. And I’d suggest not trying to guess, or if you are going to guess don’t bother asking us because we aren’t going to crack- it’s our pact together to keep it from you all *evil laugh*. Trust us though, it’s beautiful and probably the furthest from tacky you can get so not to worry, we’re definitely not that far into odd names.

The last few visits with the midwife have been pleasant and hopeful, though today I’ve been told that my iron levels are still continuing to drop, which is not bad news for baby but more so bad news for me in a sense of labour, birth and recovery. For obvious reasons, including the fact that most women tend to lose a lot of blood during labour, and having less iron than usual can lead to exhaustive recovery and difficulty breast feeding (not what I want to hear). So I’ve taken it upon myself to up my iron intake again (have already been on iron tablets) to double, including tablet form as well a whole food form. So hopefully I can increase my levels before the birth. *if any ladies have had issues with this in their own pregnancies I’d love to hear from you about how you went about solving the issue for yourself*

Maternity leave has been pleasant. Foxtel has been my best friend thus far, as well as ducted air conditioning and the comfy cloud sac (they’re incredible- I’ll put a photo below if you don’t know what I’m talking about. A pregnant ladies best friend. So shout out to my mother-in-law Dee for being awesome enough to own one! I promise to try not to let my waters go on it 😉 ). Surprisingly I haven’t been too lonely, even the days I’m home alone the animals keep me company, well as much as an overly crazy pupper, two sneaky cats and a couple of fishies can. As well as the often and welcome calls from my mum, keeping my reassured and as sane as I can be while my insides are being kickboxed. 

My appetite has been up and down. Fruit, as it always has been, is my favourite thing. Beyond that it’s anything sweet or whatever I seem to be craving (even Big Macs at 1am, shoutout to my incredible partner Dan for being so understanding and taking me through their drive through last Thursday at 1am, I love you more than words can describe) 

Really our little one could be here any day now, or it could be weeks. We’re still just as excited as we always have been. If not more. As long as she’s happy and healthy we’ll be completely content with whenever she arrives. Stay posted though guys! You never know, our next post might just be of a tiny little face and a heart swelling with love and admiration. 💕💕💕

Our little trip away to Burleigh Heads 🌊☀️ 

The cloud sac (I was about 34 weeks in this photo)

Bump Update: Week 35


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! 

A happy snap from our shower last Sunday 
Her cradle which was my mothers when she was a baby, mine when I was a baby and now little baby cooks 💕🎀

And another selfie because Mumma can’t resist 

Bump Update: Week 23-28


Not much had been happening on the front of the differing weeks of pregnancy, so I thought I’d leave it a little while until I had some genuinely interesting updates to share. 

As we leap into the Third Trimester we’ve definitely had some interesting pregnancy related things to attend and prepare ourselves for. On the 12th of this month we attended an antenatal class at our hospital (Redlands Public), which went for an entire day (much to Dan’s dismay) though, we survived! And left feeling a lot more positive than we initially thought. Unlike what you see in the movies there were no videos of women “purple pushing” their babies out, but rather videos on the stages of labour and how surprisingly quiet they can be, which I think was a welcome relief for us both. Though my advice to any first time dad-to-be’s, don’t listen or watch the parts about perineal tearing (that’s something you really don’t want to hear/see). 

Also this month I had my gestational diabetes test, any mum will know what I’m talking about but if you’re not a mum or medical student, it’s a test where they determine whether your body correctly processes sugar properly whilst you are pregnant. You’ve got to drink this gross drink that tastes like straight cordial and have your blood taken a whole heap of times over 2 hours. Not fun… I’m also still yet to be notified if I actually passed that test, though it’s been almost a week so I’m gathering that I did, because they haven’t yet contacted me. 

I’m definitely starting to see, now that I’m into the third trimester, how and why the second trimester is called the honeymoon trimester… oh the days of still being able to do my shoes up and better yet being able to see my own feet. Nothing is bloating or swelling really (besides the obvious, my stomach) though the heaviness of the general area is getting extremely noticeable for me, especially when she decides to stretch out to make room for herself, pulling my entire stomach in that direction.

Our little Poppy is extremely active, something I never realised before I became pregnant myself, the movement almost becomes constant. I’m not sure what I thought before this, maybe that they just kicked every couple of days or so. I was certainly wrong. Dan and I catch her kicking around all times of the day, and even late at night while I sleep, or at least try to. She seems to love Daniel’s humming still, as well as when we read to her or gently and playfully poke around my tummy. 

I’m still very much planning on going natural with my birth, and I’m continuing to further my knowledge every day about how to help myself do so. With only 12 weeks left until our due date, also factoring in the fact that she could come some time before or after then, we’re very much looking forward to setting up her nursery and to our baby shower! Which will be happening on the 8th of January, if anyone would like to attend please don’t hesitate to contact me for some info. We’re definitely seeing it as a chance to see everyone and catch up for a few drinks (of lemonade for me 😂) before the duties of becoming new parents partially take over our lives. 

I have a few funny new stories to share in the next few posts, I didn’t want to include them here because then it would probably turn into the length of an essay. So definitely watch this space! The count down is most certainly on as we await the arrival of our beautiful little girl 💕

Baby this week: Heavy as a cauliflower and 37cm from head to toe

Bump Update: Week 21/22 – It’s a Girl!

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We’ve finally had our gender reveal party!! And as many of you already know, it’s a girl! despite the literally overwhelming amount of people (including myself) who had their bets on it being a little boy, it is indeed a little lady. You have no idea how difficult it has been not to share this with everyone! Dan and I have known for just over a month now, and I’ve been itching to tell everyone since. Lots of people have asked why we didn’t wait until she was born to find out that she was a girl and in all honesty, we’re far too impatient for that. We couldn’t pass up the opportunity to properly prepare for her arrival, colour scheme and all, by not finding out.

In the past two weeks we’ve had a lot on! We’ve been to Bundaberg and back, had another appointment with our midwife, booked in for our antenatal class (yes! finally), scheduled my Glucose Test (ew), Planned a getaway for my birthday weekend (IN LESS THAN 2 WEEKS, YAS!) and we witnessed, for the first time in real life, a lady in labour. Holy Jesus… the lady in labour, never have I heard a scream so loud and so emotional in my whole entire life. Which then of course, launched me into the curiosity of what my own labour will be like.

From there I made the firm decision that I would be, to the best of my ability and as long as it is safe for myself and our baby, going entirely Natural (this is not to say that I am not open to all possibilities happening, I’m aware that birth can take many different turns that one doesn’t always have a say in what happens, especially in emergencies). I know what you’re thinking… but you just said the lady was screaming and loud, why would you want that? Why not drug it up? And as much as I respect all women and their chosen ways of birthing (ladies, you’re all Queens), personally I feel that birthing, the way nature intended, is a life event that I want to experience in full.

Funnily enough I’ve actually begun looking forward to the birth (yes I’m crazy and optimistic, isn’t it wonderful?) ever since my midwife suggested looking up hypnobirthing, and I can’t imagine our babies journey into the world any other way. The basic principles are that a calm, relaxed and focused mother can subside pain and further create a calmer, happier baby (sounds ludicrous right?). So I’m staying optimistic and delving myself further into studying hypnobirthing and how to personalise it for myself. If any of my fellow mummas to be would like to know what I’m going on about feel free to message me, maybe we can share our crazy dream of a better way of birthing together.

How’ve I been feeling? Well, very very positive lately, despite a few things happening in our lives to do with our close family recently that have been definitely quite sad, I’ve felt like my hormones have actually been helping me cope with these things. It’s almost like they remind me that despite the things that are happening now, there are good things coming very soon to look forward to. Never in my life have I been able to deal with grief in such a way, to feel so at peace with the fact that loved ones, although have left us, are now in a better place where they can be entirely free of the boundaries that life at times sets up for us. I’d like to know if this is linked to my hormones (you know, scientifically) and the more instinctive way of my body not holding on to stress and grief to accommodate for the little life inside of me.

Health wise I’ve been bumping (pun intended) along quite nicely. I’ve not experienced nausea in a long long while, and I’ve been trying to keep exercise in my daily routine to the best of my ability, as well as still devouring fruit like a fruit bat who’s been starved for weeks. Our little girl is always kicking and flipping and reminding us of how big she’s getting, so everything is looking very on track so far! I just can’t begin to describe how overjoyed I’ve been feeling, to finally let everyone know that he/she is actually a SHE. It still shocks me every single day that somehow, all on its own my body is growing this tiny, beautiful little human, and that in February we’ll finally get to meet her. Hopefully we can narrow the long list of names we like sometime before then!love.jpg

 

 

Bump Update: Week 19/20 

If I haven’t said it already, time really flies. We’re now half way through our 21st week! So I thought I better do another update. 

Lots and lots and lots has happened these last two weeks. And that’s not even with regards to the pregnancy, life has just been so crazy… that’s September/October right… things on every weekend, things on during the week, people to visit, places to go. It’s really never ending, all which comes with the good and the bad. We’ve had some exciting things and some things the very furthest you can get from exciting. But all aside, life goes on, and I’m taking every day as a gift, with as much love in my heart I can have for everyone around me.

Second trimester is well and truly happening. My days are filled with more energy than I’ve felt this entire pregnancy, and a never ending hunger that literally nothing has been able to subside. Give me kiwi-fruit, banana, weet-bix, and I’ll eat them for eternity. As well as my craving for cake, that still won’t and probably never will go away. Let’s be honest- I craved cake even before I was pregnant, cake is life.

Something I encountered a few days ago that is definitely out of the ordinary (well for me, it’s usual for pregnancy) is dizziness. My word. Never have I ever spent an entire day feeling completely unable to walk straight, I literally felt drunk, and what’s more when people spoke to me, it sounded like their words were all strewn together. I found myself needing to literally go over what they had said in my head to understand what they were saying. Needless to say I felt useless at work, like I was working drunk but still had a sober thought process, meaning I could only get frustrated with my own body and ability to hear. Bless them though, as they sent me home to get some rest earlier than I was rostered to (much love guys). 

Daniel looked it up, as we were both worried that maybe there was something wrong with my blood pressure/heart rate or something like that. But most websites said that it was a usual occurrence in second trimester for pregnant women to encounter. We have a meeting with our Midwife with Wednesday morning coming anyway, so I’ll bring it up with her just to be sure I’m not falling apart. 

For the most part I’m enjoying my growing little bump, besides the general uncomfortableness at night. Stretch marks are still at bay, though I feel as though inevitably they will come. Which in no way makes me sad, I’m just hoping that they’re gracious and not all over the place. Though the beginnings of a few on my chest are starting to appear, there’s  nothing coconut oil can’t soothe. 

Our gender reveal party is in 5 days! And I bet you’re itching to know if it’s a girl or boy. Trust me, we’re itching to share it with you. I still have to take a step back and remember that this is real life some times, I can’t express how thankful I am for all of the love and support we have and still are receiving from everyone, you warm our hearts and fill us with more confidence than you could imagine. We just know our little one is already so loved, and that gives us so much faith that we’re doing the right thing by bringing our baby into the world. So thank you all.

Eighteen and a half weeks to go!
(Ps, that ring on my finger in the photo, because I know someone will ask, is on my right hand. Calm down, Dans not there just yet 😉 ) 

An open letter 


To our gorgeous little unborn baby,

I haven’t quite yet looked into your eyes, and your daddy hasn’t quite yet got to hold your tiny little hand, but it’s not too early for both of us to know just how much we love you. Before you make your journey into this big beautiful world there’s a few things you should know.

There’s an awful lot of love waiting out here for you, I hope you’re ready for your 4 aunties and uncles, who are all incredibly excited to meet you, not to mention all of the aunties and uncles who aren’t quite blood but will love you all the same. There’s also the 4 grandparents, who already have a place in their hearts just for you, most will be near, though some will be further than we’ll be able to take you to visit, just remember that although you can’t see it, their love for you will always be in your heart. There’s also 9 Great Grandparents (holy moly right?!) who all I’m sure will shower you in love and spoil you beyond I or Daddy’s wildest dreams. AND two Great-Great Grandparents! Goodness. Not to meantion all the other family members, near, far and in our hearts.

You’ll have a lot of learning to do, but we want you to remember that it’s okay to make mistakes in that learning. After all I don’t doubt that we will make mistakes along side of you, we’ll be learning how to be parents ourselves, so don’t be too hard on us, and we’ll do the same for you, deal? 

There’s probably going to be an awful lot of opinions around about what you should be doing, which milestone you should be reaching and in what time. But we’ll be patient with you, everything you need to do you will do in your own time, which will be perfect timing if you ask us. We won’t be over here rushing you to grow up. And please don’t do it too quickly! 

There’ll be times when you’re in trouble, no matter how well behaved you normally are. And although we will be frustrated or angry with you we will still love you, even if you are out later than you said you would be on a school night or didn’t text us when you said you would. There are far more important things in life to worry about, as long as you’re being safe and honest with us we can’t ask more of you. Eventually we’ll get over whatever we were angry at you for. 

Keep tabs of the things that are happening in your life! Take lots of photos, write down amazing things that happen during the day, keep a little box of notes you’ve written to your friends in class, funny pictures you’ve drawn, tickets for places you’ve visited. We’ll probably have lots of little keepsakes and funny memories from your childhood, and if you keep your own one day you’ll be able to show your own kids, just like I will show you all of mine, even if you think they’re lame.

Isn’t it crazy that only 20 weeks ago you suddenly existed?! And in 20 more weeks we will have you in our arms. Every part of your existence has come from nothing but love, and there is so much love waiting for you out here. Keep growing strong, showing us your little back flips and kicking up a storm when daddy laughs near you. We can already tell you’re full of so much happiness, laughter and light, all of which I’m certain will follow you out into the world. 

I’ll probably have more to add to this letter, more about making friends (and keeping them), growing up and I’m sure eventually girlfriends and boyfriends but for now, we’ll just leave it to, we love you, and we can’t wait to meet you our wonderful little one.

Mum and Dad

Baby necessities: how to not spend all of your money 

There are SO MANY cute things out there in the shops these days for babies, cute outfits, cute toys, cute furniture, cute wall decorations, they even have cute reusable nappies. And for any parents in waiting it’s an impossible task of not spending every cent you have on every cute item you find, especially if you know the gender and even more so if your little ones delivery date is still months away. 

The overwhelming urge to buy things and set things up is often referred to as nesting. It sounds so beautiful right? Nesting, fluffing little pillows to lay your little babies head on. But for the sake of your wallet, and probably the space in your house, nesting is probably best left until the due date creeps a little nearer. This in itself is so hard. Take it from someone who took a trip to IKEA recently, with whole rooms devoted to little babies and everything they need. Several times I had to stop myself from thinking but the nursery needs this beautiful beige crib canopy and matching bedsheets, and this nursing chair matches perfectly so obviously we need that too. I’m It was definitely tough, but we left almost completely empty handed and proud of ourselves for not making ourselves poor in the process.

I’ve used a few things in the last few weeks to fight the nesting urges and I thought these strategies might be helpful for others struggling not to empty their wallets on baby things that will probably one be used for a year or two.
1. Making things

Yes, arts and crafts. Especially those involving making something for your little bundle, teach yourself how to knit, or cross-stitch, or even embroidery. Keeping in mind that the initial expense of buying the equipment to do these things may cost you a little if you don’t already have them. I suggest lincraft or somewhere of the like, maybe even online if you know what you’re looking for. 

2. Spruce up what you already have

Something we have found really cost effective is spicing up plain clothing items that we have already been given. We’ve got a summer baby on the way, and of course my lovely mum has already gifted us a bunch of white singlets, lincraft has iron on patches for less than $3 each that are super cute and colourful, and now that we know the gender these help brighten up the white singlets (while still keeping them breathable for summer when he/she will probably just be in a singlet and nappy). This saves us from buying new little outfits that we don’t quite need to buy just yet.

 Also have a look at furniture you already have, dressers especially can be of great use as they can be used for change tables if they’re the right height, and then when your little one doesn’t need nappy changes anymore you’ve got a fully functioning dresser for all of their clothes. Maybe if you have something that sounds like it would work, think about repainting it as an extra little project, to you know, stop yourself from buying more furniture!

3. Write a list

It doesn’t sound like much, but believe me, getting everything you want/need out of your head and onto paper does give a mighty relief, and whilst shopping you’re less inclined to think but we might need that. Because you already know what you need. Have a look online to help with the list, websites like Pinterest can be really fun and really time consuming so if you’re looking for that extra bit of distraction, simply search he/she nursery on Pinterest. Trust me, it’ll be weeks before you get off of it and actually try and buy things, they have SO MUCH on there.

4. Don’t get sucked into the marketing

It seems as though there is a “baby” everything these days, a baby bath, a baby towel, baby tissues, a baby this, a baby that. Keep in mind that just because it has the word baby in the name or infant or whatever, doesn’t mean that it’s an absolute necessity. Normal baths for example, believe it or not, can be used with your baby, and here’s the best part- they’ll never grow out of them! I know it’s sad, but they will grow up, so it’s important to remember that they will grow out of things quite quickly, and if you can avoid buying too many of those things they’ll grow out of you’ll save yourself a lot of money.

5. Remind yourself that everything will come in good time

Babies bring such an exciting and comforting feeling. For me I’ve found treasuring the moments and feelings of pregnancy is so much more enjoyable than wandering around massive shops looking for things for her/him. I have total understanding that we do need to buy things, but they can wait for another day, when everything is a little more “just right”, the money, the timing, the storage. For us, we don’t know where we’re going to be in February when our little one is due, so holding off until we know is something that we need to do. And if we need to do it we may as well do it with a smile on our faces. 

All we currently know is in February 2017 we are going to be parents, and no matter where we are or what we buy, it’s going to be everything we ever dreamed of.


(And yes that chair was bloody comfy after walking around all day) 

Bump Update: Week 17/18

WHAT A WEEK! I’m posting this a little late as we are now half way through our 18th week, nonetheless- I can take back my talley of number of days since last vomit in week 17. I won’t elaborate for the sake of your stomach but let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. Though I do have Daniel to thank for making me feel 100% better about the incredibly embarrassing situation that occurred, and he definitely didn’t fail to remind me again of why I love him so much. 

As you can tell I’m looking a lot more pregnant than before this week, and we are 100% experiencing little kicks here and there (how exciting) perhaps THE most exciting thing to note in these past two weeks though, is we had our scan! That’s right THE scan. The one where you find out the gender and all other things lovely, like if they have in fact grown all of their little fingers and toes and are not limbless in more ways than one. I am so pleased to announce… 

That it is in fact a real Human baby! And he/she has all of their fingers, toes, legs, arms and a well developing little body in general. And you’re probably wondering, what’s the gender! Well we did find out but it’s our little secret until the 22nd of October so there probably isn’t any point trying to coax it out of us, 1) because we’ve already said we won’t tell and 2) because we won’t tell, so there 😉

Our crazy little monkey didn’t make it easy for the sonographer; and I can probably guess that they’re going to be super good at swimming judging on the speed she/he leapt across my belly from side to side. We did manage to get some truly beautiful shots, and they certainly welled some tears in our eyes.

It’s so hard to fathom how so easily, without thought at all, my body is doing something so incredibly complex. Multiplying cells, growing bone and cartilage, developing a tiny little heart and brain. And I’m over here forgetting where I put my phone, and then finding it next to the toilet rolls in the bathroom. And although the discomforts of being bigger are certainly starting to occur, back pain, nerve pain, headaches and swelling feet, I can’t help but be completely overwhelmed and engulfed in love and admiration for the tiny little baby inside of me, growing and striving all on their own, to soon join us in this big beautiful world. We already love you so much our little one, and we can’t wait to meet you in February. 

Pregnancy and Skincare: Coconut Oil (God) 


Ah, the beautiful coconut. The kind of smell that makes you want to relax into a beach towel on the shores of Fiji with your head in a book and your toes in the sand, makes you hum the tune to Escape (the Pina Colada song) while actually drinking coconut water because you’re too broke and too pregnant to be drinking Pina coladas, and the kind that reminds you of that self tanning lotion everyone used to buy in high school and wear to school because it smelled good. That kind of coconut is the coconut that has saved my itchy and sore all over body for the last few weeks. 
All women who have gone through pregnancy would recall the itchiness and uncomfortableness of the stretching *cries* of your skin. And that’s not just the skin on your belly, your back, boobs and bum cop it too (I know, we don’t have it easy). But thankfully, the God of coconut oil has been in my life a long time! Two years actually, and call it instinct, but the night I first started feeling this uncomfortable sting, I went straight for the coconut oil. And truth be told you don’t have to be pregnant to reap the benefits of this glorious and natural gift from our Mother Earth.

Coconut oil (in my direct experience) has helped me with the following in the last two years; 

  • Fading stretch marks 
  • Fading skin pigmentation (facial)
  • Removing stubborn eyeliner
  • After shave moisturiser (makes your skin feel like a baby Angels bum) 
  • Moisturiser in general 
  • Fading scarring (boil scarring and scratches) 
  • Helps create natural body heat (rub it on your chest or all over your body in winter and you’ll be set for a comfy and warm nights sleep) 
  • Helping with itchiness of stretching skin
  • Hopefully preventing larger stretch marks (I’ll keep you posted on this one, I’m not expecting a miracle and I won’t be upset if I do get stretch marks because I’ll be proud of my body regardless, BUT if it does happen to prevent them I’ll be sure to share it) 

For any lovely Mummas to be interested in my skin routine, it’s not complex at all. Get yourself some organic coconut oil, doesn’t matter what brand as long as it is certified organic (never know what nasties are hiding in the non organic ones that may not be good for your little one), and after every shower or bath you have put it on any area you feel your skin is uncomfortably stretching. The reason I do it after a shower or bath is because the warm water opens up your pores, making it easier for your skin to absorb the oil to do its magic, and then as your skin cools your pores will close meaning you’ll be less oily all over because the oil is absorbed into your pores! 

So basically, it has a butt ton of benefits that I couldn’t help but share with all of my lovely followers, because even if you’re not pregnant it is a gift from God, a natural and beautiful way to keep your skin healthy. 

(Not sponsored or anything, I just really flipping love coconut oil hahaha!)