30 Weeks Already?!

(I’m a little late in posting, as I wrote this a week ago and forgot to post it, but I’m 31 weeks and 3days today and in this photo)

I’m lying on my side whilst typing this on my laptop, not out of laziness but simply because it is the only position I currently feel even somewhat comfortable in.

Some how, out of the blue, I received a notification on my phone today from my baby centre app telling me that I’m now 30 weeks pregnant… excuse me!? I’m dumbfounded, if I’m being totally honest. But at the same time not surprised as I’ve been feeling increasingly less stoked about being a giant pregnant whale as the days pass, so its really no wonder we’ve reached the 30th week of our journey.

I don’t know if it’s my lack of memory from my pregnancy with Vi, or what but I genuinely feel so much more uncomfortable so much sooner this time around. My hips seem to have taken it upon themselves to age by 60 years or so within the space of about a week, so the pregnant lady waddle is now in full swing, as well as the midnight leg cramps and rather regular Braxton Hicks Contractions. Have any of you mummies felt the same way in your second/third/so on pregnancies?

I’m still craving sweet things, along with everything else that probably isn’t the healthiest for your body, but I do try to combat it with the consumption of fruit instead of muffins and cream buns (although both of those are still more regularly consumed then I’d like to admit). I take comfort in the fact that soon I will no longer be home to a tiny human and I’ll be capable of exercising regularly again. Weight has never been a major focal point for me, and as long as I’m within the expected weight gain range I don’t stress myself over it too much. After all, I am growing a human baby, it would be absurd to expect my weight not to fluctuate, regardless of what I’m eating. But I’m sitting at roughly 11kg gained at the moment so we’ll see where I end up by the end!

As one of my recent posts stated, we’ve just made a massive move from Brisbane to Central Queensland. So another source of exhaustion beyond this baby does exist, and I can’t blame it all on her. It’s been just over a full week since we made the move, and although we aren’t yet in our own place again (we’re staying with my parents for the minute) it has been a welcome change. As well as a chance to relax for a couple of weeks while we regather our bearings. The fresh air and open spaces really have been missed, so it is wonderful to be able to surround ourselves in the countryside once more.

As for the transfer with the pregnancy and everything, I still haven’t toured the hospital here yet! So the fact that I could be giving birth in the next 7 weeks or so definitely feels a little surreal at the moment. I have been transferred though so I’m now just waiting to hear from the hospital for my first scheduled appointment, which will hopefully be soon!

Overall things seem to be travelling smoothly, considering the circumstances. I doubt anyone would actively WANT to make a big move this late in a pregnancy, but it happened, and we survived! My morning sickness still hasn’t reappeared, so I’m taking that as a solid win. And despite being ridiculously HOT 24/7 (CQ for you!) and morbidly tired, I feel content for the most part, and count my lucky stars that Vi sleeps relatively well and still graces us with two naps a day (touch wood).

I’m so interested to see how Violet will respond to the arrival of our little Bean. We’ve been actively trying to engage her with the idea of a baby for the entire pregnancy, and she now has the word “bubby” down pact, and will gladly give my tummy kisses quite often. She’s been familiar with “gentle” for a long while now, considering we have always had pets in the house so I’m confident she’ll handle that aspect fairly well. But for the most part our journey to becoming a family of four is a wonderful mystery! I can’t wait to see it unfold.

So the countdown begins! And as little bean would say if she could speak,  “Ready or not, here I come!”

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It’s a GIRL – 27 weeks

Lots has been happening in our life the past couple of weeks, hence the lack of update.

But if you’re on my socials you probably would have seen our gender announcement! And if you’re not, as the title suggests we’ll be meeting our second little girl in November! Which is absolutely crazy. Clearly I was outbid in the “wait until birth or have a gender reveal” debate. Though I will admit we had an absolute blast at the reveal, and we are really stoked to welcome another little girl to our family. See the pictures below for the awesome results of the reveal thanks to Nan-ma Dee and Aunty Em!

The last couple of weeks I have become increasingly uncomfortable. After all, we are just about to bid the second trimester goodbye and fly into our third and final! Ridiculousness if you ask me… I honestly don’t know where the last few months have gone. But of course, all of the toilet trips, cramped legs and sleepless nights will only increase from here on out! And as inconvenient as they are, I’m still feeling incredibly blessed that I’m able to carry our second baby girl.

I thought I should address the question that I’ve been asked a million times since the Sunday of our gender reveal; “Are you disappointed at all that you’re having another girl?”, and the answer is absolutely not. The image of the “perfect family” seems to be very engrained into peoples minds; a boy and a girl. But we’re not in anyway disappointed, Vi is the light of our lives and we’re certain that this little girl will bring us just as much happiness and joy, in equal amounts as what a little boy would bring.

It can also be quite frustrating just how many people who ask “so how does Dan feel about having two girls?”, because of course he is excited and happy. He is a fantastic dad to one little girl, and he’ll be just as fantastic with two daughters. We may welcome more children into our family some time down the road, but for now we’ll have our two girls and life will be just the way it’s always meant to have been for us.

To be frank with you all, I think we’re both feeling a little relieved. We have an entire storage cupboard of girls clothes all ready for when this little one arrives, and we don’t have to stress about learning the ropes all over again with a tiny newborn with a ballsack that requires adequate wiping. Win-win right?

Obviously I’d love for Dan to get to experience having a son. And I honestly have no doubt in my mind that it will happen for us one day. But for now at least, baby days will be on hold until the girls are a little older and we have a little bit more of our lives in order.

So many changes are happening, and if you’ve read my latest post you’ll know that we’re making the move to Central Queensland from Brisbane in just a couple of weeks time. This means I’ll be birthing at a different hospital, and we’ll be bringing our little girl home to a completely different house. The prospect of these things has been stressful of course, but we’re looking forward to the future with optimism.

For now life consists of being kicked in the ribs, trying to get Vi to take her naps properly and packing boxes. But also the delightful things like toddler kisses, new words and Vis wonder at my tummy and her little sister that is growing safely inside.

In my pregnancy with Vi, at 27 weeks I was exactly 10 weeks and 5 days away from meeting our little honey! And now the countdown is on to meet our second. We can’t wait to smother you with love little one.

Xo Emily @ LovingLittleOne.com

20 Weeks Deep

I really thought I would have posted before now, publicly anyway. But I’m sure if you’re a parent you’ll get me when I say “we’ve been so BUSY”. And not necessarily busy doing anything in particular, just busy with life. Life with a toddler, and life preparing for a new baby.

It astounds me to say that this week, I’m 20 weeks deep into my second pregnancy. In fact, it astounds me so much so that I can barely comprehend it. Half way through the journey to meeting our second bundle of love. A tiny little human who is just as much a little person as Vi is.

My brain honestly struggles to fathom it, it’s so hard to explain. But I’m sure if you’re a parent you’ll understand. You hold so much love for your first born that you question how you’ll be able to love any little babe just as much. But somehow you just know you will.

This pregnancy has been so incredibly different to my pregnancy with Violet, but also so similar. The sickness hit hard in the first few months, just like it did with Vi. And I can’t quite put my finger on whether it was more difficult in general, or just more difficult because I have a toddler. Maybe both? I was certainly more sick more often, and lost about the same amount of weight as I did with Violet in the beginning.

At about 12 weeks it fully subsided, which was certainly sooner than what it did with vi. And since then it has been mostly smooth sailing. Low blood pressure and iron plague me a little, but they do for most pregnant people and they’re easily managed so I am certainly not going to complain.

Violet has been nothing but her beautiful little self throughout this journey so far. She knows where “mummy’s baby” is, and loves to give the bump a little kiss and stroke every now and then. And whilst I was sick she would toddle along behind me to the bathroom and pat my back for me as I’d loose my lunch (and anything else I’d attempted to consume in the hours prior).

It’s definitely her journey I am interested in seeing! How she handles seeing such a little baby around the house, one that won’t leave and will become a part of our family. But I have endless amount of faith in her ability to adjust, and love this little one as much as she loves anyone dear to her (which anyone who knows her, knows her love comes in buckets full of cuddles and kisses).

It’s so strange, but some days I forget about the little baby growing inside of me. I’m so busy with life on the outside, teaching Violet about the world and watching her grow and play. It’s only when I feel a kick, or sit on the couch to relax that I remember there’s another little one joining us soon.

I have high hopes of continuing to share this journey with everyone, because I have been told by so many people that they’ve missed my little updates and stories. Which warms my heart because I really have missed sharing with you all.

So here’s to 20 weeks, and 17 months! 20 weeks of tiny babe, and 17 months of our gorgeous Vi.

xo Emily @ http://www.lovinglittleone.com

Bump Update: 2 Weeks Postpartum 

Tomorrow, Violet is 2 weeks old! Which means tomorrow marks 2 weeks since I gave birth, yep… two weeks since the big ouchie. 
 I know what you’re thinking, postpartum… squishy belly, fluctuating hormones, bleeding… you’d be right in thinking those things. But I’m going to be honest here, it’s not that bad. Everyone certainly prepares you for the worst but hey, this will be a positive post, promise. 

The day of: sure it was kind of sucky, after pains, kind of struggling to walk without feeling like your insides will fall out… but you’ve got a baby in your arms! And you can bask in the glory of adrenaline and how awesome you are for bringing a human into the world! (No matter how you did it). I will admit I was pretty damn smitten. And no matter how many nurses/midwives/other mums told me how important it is to sleep and not stay up all night gawking at our awesome little creation of a human, I stayed up… all night. You guessed it, gawking. 

Day 2-3: they say these days are the hardest but to be honest, with the support of my lovely mum, Dan and his mum, they weren’t as hard as people said they’d be. Vi slept, and ate, and pooped, and slept… and didn’t really give us any grief at all. Belly was still squishy! But I’d mostly regained my ability to use my abdominal muscles to sit up. Holy though… my milk came in night of day two and shook me to the core. They tell you they get big, but I severely underestimated just how big. Like bigger than my effing head big. Once again the hot shower was my friend

Day 4-14: from my milk coming in until now is all pretty much the same. My bump slowly fades back into me with every day. And we’re gradually getting used to the whole sleeping thing. And by sleeping thing, I mean not sleeping. Vi got herself into a routine fairly quickly. From night 4 onward she was up around 10pm, 1am, 4am and 7ish and bless her little heart, most nights she slept soundly in between feeds. 

I’m learning pretty quickly what I can and can’t eat. Onion and garlic are no go’s obviously, even a little and she has trouble getting her burps up, which of course means a fussy Bub and therefore less sleep for everyone in general. But I think everything so far has been really very cruisy. We’re not having any trouble breast feeding (yay) and Vi is putting on the right amount of weight according to our midwife, who visited every day for 4 days and now will be visiting once a week for 6 weeks on a Wednesday. 

I can honestly say there is no way things could have been this easy without the help of my mum. She’s up every morning with Vi from about 7am until 9-10 ensuring Dan and I get just that little extra bit of sleep we might need. She’s cooked me dinner, taken me for a pedi, gone on afternoon walks with Vi, Mo and I. Just been that extra little bit of help we really didn’t know we needed but totally do need. She leaves on Tuesday and I’m really going to miss her, but so so thankful to have such support and love in my life, and to know her and all of our family, on both sides will always be around to help out.

I’m really just so thankful with how beautiful our journey has been. A wonderfully smooth pregnancy, an incredible birth and cruisy first two weeks. We’re slowly getting the hang of things. And so far this whole parenting gig has been full of nothing but endless love. 

I’m planning of continuing posts as often as possible. Of course this will be my last bump update though! As the bump is pretty much gone, but replaced by a cute little baby, who has totally stolen our hearts. 

Bump Update: Week 37

The question on everyone’s minds answered: yes I’m still pregnant! Of course I’m only 37 weeks so you’d expect me to be right! The last week has been testing, which is why I’m surprised and also not surprised that I’m still pregnant. A few things hinted labour might be near, but of course like everything else birth related, it’s completely unpredictable.

I find it still so strange that with how advanced our world is, labour and birth (timeline wise) are still totally, for the most part, unpredictable. We live in a world where we can get everything we want almost instantaneously, we want to talk to someone we call or text them, we want to buy something right now and we can just by clicking a few buttons on our phones or laptops, we want to know something, and there’s good old google right there for us immediately. Though babies? They’re still a different story.

It’s almost refreshing how out of control you are when it comes to bringing on labour. I mean seriously we control pretty much everything else in our lives! With babies we can drink the tea, do the squats, walk to our hearts content, down the spicy curry, but ultimately that baby is going to come when shes ready, and not a minute before. How crazily exciting but at the same time also incredibly frustrating. Now I might not be near my due date yet, so probably have no right to start complaining but when pre-labour stuff is happening night after night and you’re still waking up the next day just as pregnant as you were before it’s exhausting, physically and emotionally.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve cried to Daniel telling him “I just don’t want to be pregnant anymore”, but you’d need more than 10 fingers and 10 toes. Despite it all I can definitely admit that this week has probably been one of the more emotional weeks, and probably because of a few things, lack of sleep, hormones but most of all, and I’m being totally honest here, its impatience, and believe me it’s something I’m working on! After all, if anything, patience will be one of the biggest things I ever learn from my daughter. 

Being one of the most natural and instinctual life experiences any woman will ever go through, I am reminding myself to stop wishing and hoping for the day to arrive and simply let nature run its course. Enjoy the peace and quiet while I have it and the sleep ins when my body has been allowing it. February is here and we’ve come so so far! So as of now I’ve decided to stop playing the waiting game and start appreciating where we are right now. The afternoons spent with Dan lying in the aircon laughing over videos that no one else probably finds funny, the excitement and joy on his face I still see every time he feels her move… just all of it. And though it will get tough learning the ropes with a newborn, I have a feeling that there will be even more love and beautiful moments in our lives than we could ever imagine ❤

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