Bump Update: 2 Weeks PostpartumΒ 

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. 

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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 πŸ˜‰ ). 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. πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

Our little trip away to Burleigh Heads πŸŒŠβ˜€οΈ 

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 πŸ’•πŸŽ€

And another selfie because Mumma can’t resist 

Bump Update: Week 19/20Β 

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 πŸ˜‰ )