Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy 2009

10.36pm. My two men are sleeping soundly and I am having a glass of wine and trying to watch the Sex and the City Marathon.

This time last year, Rich and I were on Coogee beach watching the fireworks and drinking champagne. I remember we made a wish at midnight and Richard saying 'babydust' when the fireworks exploded. Little did we know two months later our wish had come true.

2008 has been a fantastic year. One of the very best.

I'll always remember 2008 as the year our dreams came true and we became parents.

I hope 2008 has been a great year for you and 2009 brings you everything you deserve.

xx

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Heart wide open

Today I realised that when you have a child, their pain becomes your pain.

We had to go to the hospital for Liam to have an ultrasound on his spine and bum to check out his sacral dimple. It sounds simple enough for you and me, but a three week old didn't like it one little bit. I hated every moment of it. He had to lay on his tummy which he doesn't like at the best of times and have cold gel but on his back and bum while a student sonographer tried to count his vertabrae and took her sweet time doing it.

The only way I could stop the relentless screaming was by singing in his ear and holding his hand. I couldn't stop crying and my boobs were killing me and I forgot to put breast pads in my bra before I left.

Once we got home he'd forgotten all about and was happy in his crib looking at his mobile. I made Rich go to the bottle shop to buy me a bottle of wine.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Going on a jet plane

Richard booked tickets yesterday for me and Liam to head back to Perth for two weeks in February. I AM SO EXCITED. The fares were a bargain as well, $140 each way which is pretty unheard of really.

Richard can't get time off work as he is saving his leave for when his parents get here in March, so it will be me and the little man. Its a 6am flight on a Wednesday morning so I am hoping he will still be asleep when we board.

I feel a bit nervous about taking Liam on a plane trip on my own. But I am sure it will be a lot of fun as well. I can't wait to introduce him to his cousins and for my dad to finally meet him. Mum suggested to me last night we get dad to babysit him for the morning while we head out somewhere but I am not ready to leave him at all! I know my dad would be fine with him but I'd miss him too much. I'm still psyching myself up to head out to the beauticians tomorrow morning for an hour.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Mother Guilt


I am thinking today that Mum Guilt must be something they feed you intravenously when you give birth.

I've spent the best part of the week feeling guilty. Guilty about Liam's routine (or lack thereof or me totally confusing him each day), guilty about alternating between breast and bottle when I think I should be sticking to one or the other, guilty for wanting extra sleep, guilty for wanting to get a pedicure before Richard goes back to work, guilty for snapping at Richard today and just plain mad at myself.

I think the hardest thing for me at the moment is the total loss of control I feel. Before Liam I prided myself on being organised and remembering things. Now I am lucky if I have the mental clarity to read the paper each day. Time passes by so quickly and sometimes there are just not enough hours in the day.

I love my little boy so much it hurts. I actually miss him while he's sleeping. And I know right now, this is just a little phase we are going through as we try to work one another out and get into our groove. I am positive most mothers go through this.




Friday, December 26, 2008

Christmas as a family of three


I've never been a huge fan of Christmas, but can I say this Christmas was just beautiful.

I think there was a reason God made sure Liam came into our lives in December. He's made me realise what an amazing time Christmas is and what we should appreciate and value in our lives. Even when we were in hospital and I was pacing the ward with his crib at 3am trying to get him to fall asleep, I had a new appreciation for the stockings outside the rooms and the twinkly Christmas tree.

Yesterday we opened up Liam's presents with him and I just loved it. Then the three of us had lunch, watched 'Its a Beautiful Life' and then had dinner at our neighbours house. It'll be the last Christmas we spend together as just the three of us before we head back to Perth.

I hope you all had a fantastic day and I wish you and your families a Merry Christmas and good things to come in 2009.






Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Zzzzzzzzzzz...

I think my bubba is going through a growth spurt.

Lately he has become very fatty boomba which pleases me no end as I was dying to get some meat on his little legs. His second chin is very evident and I have to hold his head back to wash underneath it.

We have been giving Liam showers with Richard as he loves them. We bought a Fisher Price Aquarium Bath with a sling before he was born. He hates it. Last night I had to bath him in that before Richard came home from work and the design of the bath just doesn't suit his length and I don't feel too confident taking him into the shower on my own without Richard watching us. So today I am going to go and buy a big plastic tub and see how we go.

After the whole bathtime routine at 5.30pm, Liam decided he didn't want to go to sleep till midnight last night. Nothing I did would settle him and he decided headbutting my boob would be a nice thing to try! Eventually he drifted off after I sung How Much Is That Doggy In The Window while patting his tummy.

Oh sleep. I miss you.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

A new week

Richard goes back to work for two and a half days this week before breaking again for Xmas.

I'm determined to be organised this week. I've just been so tired this weekend though, I really need to make an effort to have an afternoon nap because it makes all the difference. I don't actually mind getting up in the middle of the night, as its starting to form a pattern now, 2am, 4am, 5am and 6.30am - it just depends on how quickly he settles after he wakes up and has been fed.
Each day Liam seems to be doing something new. New sounds, new faces and I've noticed he has a dimple in his cheek like his dad. He's going to have a great smile. I find it amazing how much more you love them each day and how much I've missed him while I've been asleep.




Friday, December 19, 2008

Express Christmas Shopping

Today the three of us were busy. We went and visited my work to show off Liam and I can quite easily say I would be very happy to never go back there again. I just don't miss work at all or the people. Sure, some of them are nice, but its recruitment and everyone seems to have a little act. Liam was a hit, but I could feel myself get a bit narky with the girls I worked with.

Questions like:

'Does giving birth hurt?'

'Are babies born with nails? Liam has long nails doesn't he?'

'His face is going red, he must be doing a poo'

Maybe it was just tiredness on my part, but I couldn't wait to get out of there. My boss is a 26 year old psychologist with no children at all, and even he was trying to give me and Richard advice today on Liam. The cracker was that Johnson's Baby Powder causes Asthma. If it does why do they still sell it? I like to rub a little onto my hands and put some on Liam's chest after his shower because it smells nice...so shoot me....

After that we headed to Bondi Junction to do some Xmas shopping. This month has flown by and if it wasn't for my mum putting up the Xmas tree when she was here, we wouldn't have done it. We'd got some cards written and sent those off today so we feel a little less guilty. As for Xmas presents, we decided that we would buy one gift each for each other and that was it, because its been a massive month and Liam is our Xmas anyway.

In the end, Liam decided he needed to be fed, LIKE NOW, so in the time it took me to change a full nappy and do a breastfeed in the parents room, Richard had completed all of our Xmas shopping for the Spillane family. I feel terrible as I haven't even got Richard a surprise present but he knew what he wanted and just bought it!

On the ride home I apologised to Richard that I don't have the energy for massive amounts of Xmas shopping this year. Each year I've loved getting all of his presents together and putting them under the tree for him to shake and look at. Bless him, he's completely fine with it and said as long as its the three of us on Xmas day, that's all that matters.

I also realised today that on the 12th of this month, it was our 5 year anniversary and we'd both completely forgotten it!

I'm hoping our brains will return to normal at some point.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Jon and Kate Plus 8

The great thing about breastfeeding at the moment is that it is allowing me to catch up on some tv. Foxtel got a bit depressing for a while but now its closer to Xmas, there are a lot of good shows coming up.

One show I love in particular is Jon and Kate Plus 8. Jon and Kate have a set of twin girls and a set of sextuplets. Kate is a control freak and has a healthy dose of OCD when it comes to organising her kids, but I am in admiration of the way she does it all. Her husband is patient and very loving and the kids are just beautiful.

I hit a wall every afternoon at 3pm due to lack of sleep with Liam, so I when I sit down at 3.30pm each day to watch it, I wonder how Jon and Kate aren't sleeping zombies.

I think it would be fantastic to have 8 kids if you had the money, space, patience and youth on your side, but for now I am happy with my family of three, although I would love to do it all over again in the next couple of years and give Liam a sister or brother.

I can't believe I am saying that after two weeks!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Worry

I've always been a worrier but I think since becoming a mum its stepped up ten-fold.

Today we had a visit from the health nurse for Liam's newborn check. I think its the last visit of medical personnel traipsing through the house. This morning I greeted the nurse in my bathrobe with poo on the sleeve. Fetching! I think she has seen it all before.

Liam is great and has gained weight and grown in all the right places. When she did his check on the change table its all I can do to not stand on her freckle while she is doing his hip checks and reflexes. I have to remind myself to stand back and let her do her job.

The nurse mentioned something about a sacral dimple which is my latest worry. I've made an appointment at the GP tomorrow morning to set my mind at ease. Apparently its very common in newborns but that won't make me sleep any easier tonight. All of this sleep deprivation is also causing me to dream at night that Liam is in bed between me and Richard and then I wake up, half-asleep, panicking, trying to find Liam in the bed, only to realise he is perfectly settled in his bassinette at the foot of the bed and he hasn't woken at all, he's sleeping soundly. It must be a combination of hormones and lack of sleep that makes me think like this.

Richard and I got a few hours extra sleep this afternoon. It really makes all the difference and I've noticed we aren't as short tempered with each other when we are under pressure. He's just been amazing and has taken to fatherhood so naturally. I am really going to miss him when he goes back to work on Monday. Arrghhh...I won't think about that till Sunday now.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Body after baby

This morning before my shower I surveyed my body in the mirror.

Its funny not being pregnant anymore. I do miss my pregnant belly. I had really gotten used to how my body looked. I'm not pregnant but its still not quite my body if that makes sense.

In the last two weeks of pregnancy my lower abdomen sprouted heaps of stretch marks. I thought I had got away with it, but I didn't. They appeared on my hips and then made their way in. Not that I mind too much. My bikini days were over a long time ago and I know they will fade eventually. I'm a 34 year old mum, not a 19 year old string bikini model.

What does interest me though is that I have always had a pot belly and post pregnancy, its not there anymore or where a belly should be. Instead its gravitated south and developed into that word I hate to say...OVERHANG. Lovely. Richard reckons its really 'cute'. I think I need to learn how to do stomach crunches when my stomach muscles repair themselves from the c-section.

Anyway, my body will slowly make its way back to normal. That's not my focus right now, this little man is:


Saturday, December 13, 2008

Saturday night

9.25pm. Liam has finally gone to sleep.

Last night we decided to have a look at Save our Sleep and see if we could implement the one to two week old routine today. Our day started off well, even if it was an hour earlier. I'm conscious he is so little so I am trying also just to give Liam what he needs. If its an extra feed, so be it. I'm of the belief you can't spoil a newborn at all.

I hate waking him up. It kills me, but he's gone to bed tonight at a good time. I've even managed to have dinner with Richard and have a small glass of champagne. And there is a Sex and the City marathon on!

Saturday nights are so different now although I was a proper nanna before Liam anyway. We had lots of visitors over today (hence why I am buggered) and I've had no idea what's gone on in the real world for the past week. I can't remember the last time I watched the news!

Poo and Wee

I've become obsessed with Liam's body waste this week.

I'm amazed at how much there is of it.

Midwife yesterday.

'How long has it been since Liam's last poo?'

Me: 'His last was Monday morning' (me feeling like the worst mother in the world).

Midwife: 'Oh, okay. Well babies can go a few days without poo's. Especially breastfed babies'.

Me: (Feeling very guilty as I have done a few midnight hour formula feeds on top of breastfeeds and wonder if I should mention this). 'Well I'm hoping its soon, but he has lots of pale, wet nappies'.

Richard: Right on cue. 'JO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'.

The poo explosion to end them all. I swear we went through a packet of wipes. This stuff just keeps on COMING! It oozes out of him. But you never saw two happier parents. 'That's my boy!' Richard said.

While we are cleaning this massive orrifice explosion the midwife tells me she wants me to lay down and check my c-section scar. I am torn, Richard and Liam need me. Can't she see?

The midwives and aftercare have been fanastic. But I am glad its all done now. I always felt like I was getting marked out of 10 when they came over. And I was hiding the dummy and formula before they entered the flat.

But they seem very happy with him. I can't wait to get him weighed next Tuesday, I hope he's put on weight. He seems happy and I swear I can see another little chin emerging.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Love sweet Love


A week has now gone by since Liam James John Spillane entered our lives.

Its been the biggest week of our lives that Richard and I have ever experienced.

I still can't believe he is here, but its like he has always been here in our hearts, and now he's here in front of us, for real.

I am tired, hormonal and easily break into tears at least twice a day. For no good reason at all, this morning I cried because my cup of tea tasted so good and I cried again this afternoon while me and Liam were having a little dance in his nursery to Marvin Gaye. I am playing the music today I put together for the birth, which is probably not helping my cause very much is it?

I can't remember ever being so happy in my life. I look at things now differently. Everything in life feels more beautiful, more infinite, it has more possibility than ever before. I watch Liam cluck at my boob while feeding and I gently comb his hair behind his ear and feel my heart explode. I watch Richard at 3am in the morning, gently singing to him and ask myself what I did right to deserve this. I thank God every day he's allowed me to have Liam safely and bring him into such a loving marriage.

So, week one has passed by very well. Its been a week of lows and highs and the real work hasn't even started yet. But I love it. I really do love it.




Sunday, November 30, 2008

Sunday...two more sleeps to go

Just a quick one from me as I have a chicken roast waiting to be eaten...

We went to church this morning on the insistence of Richard. It was really rather lovely until a family of four sat in front of us with the two cutest kids and seeing their little faces just made me cry. Pick the hormonal pregnant woman who now cries when she see's kids. It was a lovely mass and I just prayed and prayed that all will be ok on Tuesday.

Afterwards we got a head holder thingy for the capsule and some nappy bags for the disposal unit at Toys R Us. Then Richard dropped me and mum off for a pedicure and we then treated ourselves to a head shoulder and back massage in Surry Hills. God that was nice. I told the lady if she could find any acupressure points, point away please. But still nothing tonight!

I'm a bit worried about Rich. He's been quiet and a little bit moody today, but I am putting it all down to nerves. I think his patience has now worn thin and he's eager to see the baby come out safe and well. He had a nap this afternoon and then got up and sorted out the capsule and Bjorn for me so I think he's back on form now. I feel sorry for blokes, they go through such a tough transition as well.

I hope you all had a great weekend...

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Deep clean Friday

Today mum and I went to Bunnings. I do love Bunnings. Call me an old, boring fart but I actually take great satisfaction shopping there. Richard and I go there nearly every Saturday morning and treat ourselves to the local netball team's sausage in a bun.

Today we bought this excellent shower cleaner that you basically spray on, leave overnight and voila, clean white tiles the following morning.

I can smell it simmering away already while everyone is asleep :)

Mum and I are going to do 'deep clean Friday' of the flat tomorrow. She's clean obsessed like me. Its so sad really. I once got a brochure in the post from a cleaning company that had a cartoon saying 'a clean house is a sign of a wasted life'. They obviously wanted our business!

As you can probably guess, I am 40w + 7d overdue, so the best subject matter I can come up with right now for this blog is about cleaning. I promise once I've popped I'll be talking about more interesting things.

Like poo or vomit :)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Insomnia

Oh the joys of being awake since 4am this morning. I better get used to it.

It seems my friend the 'bird' has decided to come back outside our window. And they've bought a friend. Chantelle will know what I am talking about!

I also have a husband who has severe man flu at the moment. It sounds like he is going to take off when the snoring starts going.

And let's not forget our lovely neighbours who decide to start their doof-doof music at various intervals, like at 2am, 3am and 4am. Narelle and Nicole are what I call these two girls. They sound like total bogans and fight constantly over clothes, shoes and men. I know this as I heard them have a massive argument at 2am about these three things. Just you wait girls, I'll have a lovely newborn for you to hear soon :)

However, my mum is here and that makes everything worthwhile. Its so lovely to have her here and it seems like everything is more real now. She bought us a gorgeous cot mobile which took the three of us an hour to put together last night but it looks awesome on the cot.

xxx

Monday, November 24, 2008

My most favourite little people

My sister in law Amanda sent me some photo's last night of my niece and nephews. My mum took Charlie down to Margaret River last weekend to see her little cousins and they went to an animal farm. I just LOVE these photos and really miss these guys today. Charlie and Jack are great little mates:





And here is a pic of the chubbiest and cutest kid in the world, Harry (Jack's little brother):


I am sure if I was around the three of them today, surely the noise they would create would help Baby Spillane out of my belly?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

A life makeover

Today I have been thinking about some of the positive life changes I would like to make after our baby is born. Richard and I have been talking a lot lately about the type of parents we would like to be. I've noticed Richard has been exercising more lately and he's committed to becoming healthier for the sake of our family. He's made some positive changes to his lifestyle in the last couple of weeks and he's inspired me.

A kinesioligist that I see on a casual basis sends me a monthly newsletter and this month she talked about 'Life Makeovers'. She suggested we ask ourselves these questions each morning, and write them in our journal/blog/kitchen whiteboard or whatever takes your fancy:

This morning I feel…
I’m always daydreaming about…
My nagging inner voice keeps telling me to…
The thoughts that roll around in my head are…
My soul longs to…
What I’m most afraid of is…
My inner critic tells me…
What I’m most grateful for is…

So, here are my answers. I'd like you to try them too:

This morning I feel…secure and loved
I’m always daydreaming about…our baby
My nagging inner voice keeps telling me to…clean our bathrooms again before the baby arrives
The thoughts that roll around in my head are…when is the baby coming? Will Richard be ok during the birth? Will giving birth hurt?
My soul longs to…hold the three of us together in my arms
What I’m most afraid of is…something bad happening in hospital
My inner critic tells me…I have no idea what is about to happen
What I’m most grateful for is…the beautiful life I have right now

Friday, November 21, 2008

40 weeks today

The due date has arrived. Richard woke me up this morning and said 'Happy Due Date!'.

Unfortunately, I don't think Baby Spillane knows its the due date. Or if they do, they've decided to have a yawn, roll over and go back to sleep.

So with that in mind, today I am going to buy a pineapple and start some serious brewing in my spotted tea pot. Did I mention I am impatient? Yes, I am.

Anyway, tonight my old flatmate from my Perth days, Maree and her new husband Tom are going to come over for a glass of champagne. They got married last Sunday and have stopped over in Sydney via Fiji for their honeymoon. I'm really looking forward to seeing them both and hearing about their wedding. I wonder if I could have a tiny sip of champagne? I haven't drunk anything during the whole pregnancy but in the last two days I have been dreaming about a small glass of chilled champagne with a strawberry in it. I think if Richard poured me a glass I'd just feel too guilty.

And then I'll look forward to a lovely weekend with Richard. Mum gets here on Tuesday afternoon to stay for two weeks and I am SO excited about her arrival. She's great company and I know I'll feel instantly calmer when she arrives. Last night she decided to tell me that I was overdue when she was pregnant with me and she had an induction at 40w + 10 d! She thinks the pregnancy I've had has been the exact pregnancy she had with me. So maybe its a sign.

Have a great weekend everyone xx

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Update...

Well I have a date for induction - 2nd December.

This morning I had a stretch and sweep and more positive eviction vibes from my midwives Ellie and Hayley, bless them.

I rang Richard and my mum afterwards. The poor things, they are having kittens. I'm just getting really excited...at least there is a date out there and if things happen naturally before then so be it.

And at least I know the baby will be here before Xmas at least. With that in mind, I bought a cute three pack of suits for Xmas Day today. There are some cute little things out there right now for Xmas.

Here are my little purchases:




And I just couldn't resist this cute little outfit from Bonds, they have the best stuff:



Tuesday, November 18, 2008

39 weeks and 4 days


Richard took this picture of me last night after I finished eating dinner. I look so tired and pretty much felt like buddha.

I keep wondering how big the baby will be. I was only 6.5 pounds when I was born and Richard was 7.8 pounds. If you average out that figure it seems like a nice size. Anyway, whatever the baby will be, it will be.

I'm starting to get really tired now. And really impatient. And dare I say it, a bit tetchy. All quite normal really. Its the final days/weeks and its to be expected.

I liken it to sitting up on top of a rollercoaster, waiting to fall down and take the ride, like the analogy they used in Parenthood. You never know what is around the corner :)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Tag

Telle has tagged me. I have no idea how to go about tagging anyone else, so I might have to get some instructions from Telle or Simone? I'm still new to the blogging stuff :)

So here are 7 random/weird things about me:

1) I have an obsession with celebrity culture/movies/music etc. You could ask me anything about Angelina or Paris and I could probably reel off who their boyfriend was in Year 8. Yes, my head is full of useless crap. However, it's helped me out many times at quiz nights.

2) Each Wednesday I go to the newsagent and pay $14 to buy the UK version of HELLO and OK! That is a stupid amount of money to waste on something that goes in the recycling bin at the end of the day. Secretly, I love reading about the aristocrats in HELLO and fancy having a cottage in the Cotswalds myself. I can dream on.

3) I once had Christmas dinner with the UK supermodel Liberty Ross and her film director husband Rupert Saunders. I had no idea who she was when I was introduced to her. I remember asking her over dinner what she did. 'I'm a model' she said. 'Oh. Would I have seen you in anything?' I asked. 'Yes, I have a contract with Givenchy and Dior'. Que gulp from me. When I got home and googled her, I realised she was the next Kate Moss. So much for my celebrity knowledge. She was a nice girl though.

4) I had my first ever bikini wax last Friday. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would and now I'm going to keep a promise to myself to have them more often.

5) I hate my teeth. I should have begged my parents to have braces when I was a teenager, but with four kids, money was a bit tight back then. I could have them now I guess, but I'd feel a bit weird. I have looked into getting my teeth capped though and when I move back to Perth I will get it done. I don't mind the gap in my front two teeth, but I hate my peg tooth. I'm really self conscious about smiling sometimes, although I am better than I used to be.

6) I am a stutterer. I have been since I was a kid. I've learnt to control it now and I only ever stutter if I am really tired or stressed. There are some days where I get really frustrated with it if I haven't slept well. But I've met other stutterers and I know mine is quite mild. I just have to remember to control my breathing and then I am fine.

7) As a kid my idol was Olivia Newton John. My mum bought me a tape recorder and the Grease cassette, along with a Grease t-shirt and plastic high heel shoes with bling. I remember wearing that t-shirt and shoes everywhere. One weekend mum drove me and her down to Albany, 5 hours south of Perth. I had my tape recorder and tried to put my cassette in so I could listen to Grease. The cassette wouldn't go in, so I jumped up and down on the tape recorder until it would. I broke it. I howled for the next four hours in the car. Mum said it was the worst car ride of her life.

If anyone can give me directions on how to tag someone, I will :)

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Ok, I am ready

I know I technically have until Friday next week before I am 40 weeks, but I'm impatient.

Everything is done!

Toenails - check, done
Legs shaved - check
Bikini line waxed - that's an experience for a first timer let me tell you
Eyebrows waxed - check
Eyelashes tinted - check
Hair foiled, cut and conditioned - check
Baby clothes washed - check
In fact everything in the nursery laundered - check
Bassinette attachment arrived - check
Baby capsule installed - check
Birth Skills read - check
Save our Sleep read - check
Checking my undies for the 80th time each day - check

I'm trying very hard to be patient. And I still may have a while yet.

My mum is calling me daily at 9am and 5pm. Richard has programmed our home phone that when she calls a foghorn sounds. His parents have an irish jig tone when they call. Its the same conversation each day 'Anything Jo Jo?'. 'No mum'.

Ok. I'm off to cook dinner and see if there is anything else in the flat I can napisan!

xx

Friday, November 14, 2008

Why I can't wait to move back home

I lived in Perth my whole life before I left at age 27, with the exception of three years in Karratha, a mining town in north west WA from age 17-19. I remember loving my life in Perth and having my family around the corner, but I knew bigger and better things were waiting for me and I needed to get out and explore the world.

Now, after 6 years away from it, I can't wait to go back. Fortunately, Richard loves it too and thinks we can make a great life there with our little family.

I can't wait to take the baby here:




Mettams Pool. I remember mum taking us there as kids after school when it was a real stinker of a day and we'd eat chicken and salad and drink lemonade and watch the sun set. The water is really clear and its the perfect kids beach. Its like Sydney's Clovelly but with less people.

Also, the sunsets are to die for. Each night I'd go for a big walk after work and see this view:


Sydney has been fantastic to us and I've loved our time here. But we are getting increasingly frustrated with it. If we had family here it might be different. I've noticed Richard getting really tense whilst driving, even though he seemed to cope fine in London traffic. Our hearts are just not here. It also frustrates me we live in this huge country and we live in a two bedroom flat. I'd love some more space and in Perth there is space everywhere.

Its very different to Sydney, not as fast paced and I've heard a lot of people call it boring. But I think you make your own fun! I was never bored in Perth, although I know I will miss the convenience of all the shopping and services in Sydney and the way the harbour and beaches twinkle.

Hopefully, 2009 will be our year, and we'll be back in Perth by June.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

My most favourite food, ever...




During pregnancy I've had cravings for fresh fruit. I will stand in the Greengrocers and just sniff everything on offer. Its what I love about spring/summer the most.

In particular, I would have to say fresh strawberries and vanilla icecream is my all time favourite treat. You could literally give me five bowls of the stuff and I would probably eat it in about 2 minutes right now.

Today I went to Eastgardens to kill some time this afternoon and strawberries were on special for $1 each, so naturally I stocked up. I'm trying not to gorge on icecream too much right now (although I think the baby secretly loves it!) as my weight is hovering around the 92kg mark and I don't want to make things harder for myself when it comes time to lose weight after the birth.

So tonight for dinner I am making:
Chicken kebabs with teriyaki sauce
Avocado salad
Baby potatoes with mint and butter

Dessert:
Apple, strawberry and peach fruit bowl








Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Ramblings...


Well today was kinda interesting.

We got the car capsule fitted at the hospital (big a-ha moment right there for both of us). God, our car is so small. We can literally only fit the three of us in it. Oh well, it'll be fine. Richard is suggesting we do practice runs with the teddybear on Saturday morning to see how we'll work it as being a three door car one of us will need to sit in the back to receive the baby, put it in the car seat etc. While we were getting paperwork sorted, I could hear the guy parked next to us. He had a brand new Mercedes Benz and it seemed he was getting the grand-daddy of car seats fitted. I smiled at him when I walked out of the office and he goes 'we couldn't decide whether to put the car seat in the Audi Quattro or the Merc, but Merc it is, my wife likes to drive it!'.

I got in the car only to hear Rich go 'oh what a wanker'...

Anyway! We have the car seat! I think it looks rather cute and I can't wait to put the bubba in it.

Then it was off for my appointment. The baby is still not engaged, head is down though, but must be having a party in there as its hiccupping nearly all the time! I recall I used to hiccup quite a lot after a few drinks!

All is looking good though. Next Wednesday is 39 weeks and 5 days so Ellie has pleaded with me to have this baby before she goes back to Dublin to get married and will book me in for an induction if nothing has happened by next week. So at least next Wednesday I might have a date to go by. Mum gets here on the 25th so as long as its after that I will be happy as larry. To be honest, I am quite happy to wait. I know this baby will come when its good and ready.

This afternoon I went to Yummy Mummy in Paddington for a beautiful 3rd trimester mummy to be treatment. Highly recommended! I had a facial and eye design but felt awfully hot and had to re-arrange myself a few times as my tummy was siezing up a bit. Then I had a mani/pedi and blowdry and oh my, I felt like a new person afterwards. This place also has a creche so I reckon its a great idea. You can also go there for general beauty treatments as well and the staff were friendly and very understanding when I had to ask for my water, or go to the loo for the umpteenth time.

Tomorrow I am off to the hospital again for a breastfeeding class which should be interesting. I'm keen to get a head start if I can.




Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Born equal

Last night on Foxtel I was channel surfing and came across a BBC one off drama called Born Equal.

With an all-star cast, Born Equal is a major new drama from Bafta-winning writer and director Dominic Savage. The action is centred around a B&B temporarily housing the homeless and dispossessed. Mark (Colin Firth) is a wealthy city worker whose conscience and guilt about his luxurious lifestyle prompt him to try to help those less fortunate. Staying at the B&B are: Michelle (Anne-Marie Duff), a pregnant mother with a young child, who has escaped an abusive husband, Yemi (David Oyelowo), his wife Itshe (Nikki Amuka-Bird) and their young daughter, Adanna, who have fled the threat of violence in their native Nigeria and Robert (Robert Carlyle), newly released from prison and embarking on a search for his mother.

I missed the last half an hour of it as Richard wanted to watch football highlights (like husband's do), so I googled some more info about it this morning:

Born Equal started life as a film about homelessness but, as the director Dominic Savage embarked upon his research, a markedly different film began to take shape."When I began to look into the problem of homelessness, my sense was that there was a really big issue around people living in temporary accommodation for long periods of time." They're known as the 'hidden homeless' because, although they've got a roof over their heads, it's far from being a home."Savage visited a number of these hostels and met many different people who generously shared their stories with him - stories he says he'll never forget. "I was struck by the diverse reasons why people end up in those places: a fall from grace, a relationship break-up, coming out of prison, leaving the Army, being a refugee. All of those different stories come together in this one place and, for me, that was the starting-point of the film." One of the hostels Savage visited was located in London's Swiss Cottage, literally around the corner from a row of multi-million-pound homes. "I knew then that one of the issues I really wanted to deal with was the extremes of difference in people's lives - and, in a place like London, those extremes can be experienced within just a few streets. People can be in hugely different worlds but sharing the same space. "The film shows huge contrasts between people and how they live, their ideas, what they've got and what they haven't got," says Savage, who points out that although the film is set in London, the same contrasts can be seen all over Britain. "In the end, what the film aspires to achieve is to encourage people to think more about others, care about the less fortunate and be more aware of what's going on around them."

When I lived in London it amazed me that I was living in such a financially rich city, yet I saw some things that shocked me to the core. I remember walking out of a tube station once and seeing a homeless man with one eye, begging for money. Or the time I was sitting in a restaurant and watched a homeless man sniffing glue with a very sad look on his face.

And it still happens here in Sydney too.

One line I liked from the movie was 'we all live under the same sky'. So true! Rich, poor, we all live under the one sky and are no different to anyone else. We all feel things and can be hurt. Or we can all try and love one another that little bit more.

Monday, November 10, 2008

3 things in life I am grateful for...

Inspired by Chantelle (yet again hee hee) has made me think about what I am grateful for in my life right now.

I'll be greedy today and show you my three. I think about these three things constantly.


My husband Richard


I never ever knew that men like Richard existed. I wish someone had konked me over the head in my younger 20's and told me to stop wasting my time with loosers and deadbeats and just enjoy life, knowing that I would meet Richard just before I turned 29. Each day I love him more and more and I know we will be together forever. There is such a comfort in knowing that, that this man is willing to accept me for all that I am right now and all I will be in the future. Plus he's got the sexiest legs I've ever seen :)

My mum and dad - John & Bernie

My sister in law Amanda once said to me 'You know what Jo, you are very lucky to have parents like your mum and dad that are still together after all this time and love their kids like they do'. Mum and dad have been married for 35 years and still hold hands. They also drive each other crazy too, they are like chalk and cheese. But it works. Growing up I remember some really tough times where the six of us really had to pull through and get things going again and as the oldest child a lot of that responsibility fell on me, but that's just what it was. I also haven't been the easiest daughter (19-21 years of age was not a good time for us three!) but our relationship now is great and they adore Richard. Mum and dad are terrific company as well. Only now that I am pregnant I am beginning to realise how selfless mum and dad have been throughout my life. I talk to mum and dad nearly every two days and get very scared when I think about a life with them not in it.

My bump


It took just over 13 months to get this little beauty into my belly but the wait was worth it. Some days I wondered whether it would ever happen but I just tried to keep my faith that life would work out the way it was intended to. I remember when I took the pregnancy test and ran to the phone with my undies around my ankles to call Richard. That night we went for a walk and stared up at the moon and said how thankful we were to whoever blessed us.

Its been such a good little bump. I've had a lovely pregnancy except from week 34-36 where I caught some virus and felt very crap, but that wasn't the baby's fault, it was more me.

It still amazes me that I have a living, breathing and kicking person in my belly. I swear some days I am still not able to process the magnitude of it all.

This morning at 3am I could feel little hands and fingers poking about and as I lay in bed cooing 'hello little one' I just felt an overwhelming feeling of love and happiness. In that moment I felt truly grateful for what we've been given.





Sunday, November 9, 2008

Friends are like gold...


Yesterday Rich and I headed to Coogee Bowls for a combined birthday party for our friends Willie and Terry.

While we have been in Sydney I've been amazed at how many generous and beautiful people we have met. Everyone in our group is either Scottish, English or Irish but now there are a few more Aussie girls as all the blokes start to get engaged and pair off. And last night we met a few more people and had a fabulous time. One couple had a two year old and a four week old and another guy was starting his residency over at Randwick as a doctor, I joked he might be seeing a lot more of me soon!

Even though I cannot bend over to bowl a ball right now, I loved how yesterday was just bare foot and relaxed, with kids mingling everywhere and people commented on how good life is right now. It makes me think we are so lucky to live in Australia. We can go and play a few games of bowls with cheap jugs of beer and then have a bbq afterwards and chat about all sorts of things.

We had an early berth as I was getting a bit tired, but Richard commented that everyone is so excited for us. We don't have any family in Sydney but these guys are just like family and it certainly felt like that at our wedding too. I can't count the number of times we've pulled together when someone is ill or something has happened back home that knocks them for six. And to think we are adding another little person, it blows me away how much they will be loved by all their surrogate Aunties and Uncles.

I feel very very lucky to live in Sydney and have all these great people around us.


Thursday, November 6, 2008

My love of all things Irish


Growing up, my mum told me a lot of stories about her mum and dad. My grandfather, John Duffy, was born in Glasgow, when his mother was taking a weekend trip from Derry, Northern Ireland while in the final stages of her pregnancy.

My grandfather was in the same room as me when he died. He was babysitting me when I was about 6 weeks old and I was in the bassinette next to his bed. My grandmother had died 5 months earlier and my mum thinks my grandfather died of a broken heart, he was lost without her. My grandmother organised everything in terms of money, the house, the five kids, his business. My grandfather's favourite pass time after Sunday morning church was to put on his suit, hat and go and visit everyone. He loved to talk and everyone loved him to pieces.

That night, my Auntie Dolly was taking care of both me and my grandfather and she came in to check on me. She noticed my grandfather had stopped breathing.

I've known from a young age, how much I love John and my grandmother Georgina. My mum's sisters tell me wonderful stories about them and their marriage. A lot went down in their life. Some of which they have chosen not to tell me, I don't know why. I figure they loved each other very much but maybe my grandmother tired of taking care of everything. I've always felt close to them though, and know they have guided me and protected me.

When I was a teenager, mum's side of the family used to organise a family reunion called Duff-Speak. All the Brodericks, Duffy's and McGuinnesses would gather to drink and eat and at the end of the night we'd sit in a big circle and tell stories of the past. I loved those nights. I always felt sad at the end though, as I had this yearning for John and Georgina to be there. But I think they were.

When I lived in London, at the first opportunity, I went to County Cork in Ireland to stay with my second cousin John McGuinness. We had a wonderful time and he helped fill me in on the past. He had an old cottage in a valley with a statue of Mary lit up on either side of the valley. It felt like a magical place.

When I met Richard, I was delighted to discover his parents were Irish. His mum is from Buncrana in Donegal and his dad is from Listowel in Kerry. I've been fortunate to go back to both these places with him. His mum's family home in Buncrana is my favourite. The home is now a farm where his Uncle Paddy and Auntie Mary lived and its set up on a huge hill overlooking a lake. I would give anything to live there one day. Richard's grandmother Martha birthed all five children in that home and you can literally hear stories as you walk down the long hallway.

I feel so lucky to have come back full circle with Richard and his family history. It makes me think John and Georgina had a hand in us meeting. I know they would love him.

We've decided that when the baby is born we'll be giving them the middle names of our grandparents. If its a boy its middle names will be John James and if its a girl, the middle names will be Georgina Martha.










Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Being a housewife...

Is something that I am not used to.

Yes, I know its day two of maternity leave. Already I feel a bit lost. A bit guilty even. I know I shouldn't, but I've been working since I was 16. It feels strange to sleep in till 8am and not go to work.

Today I had all of my jobs done by 10am. What next? All the washing was done, I had even ironed the basket of washing waiting for me. Richard secretly loves that dinner is waiting for him and he has a wardrobe full of work shirts ready for the week. The flat has never sparkled so much!

I know I shouldn't be talking like this. I should be enjoying all this free time, because I'll be craving it very soon.

I am spending a lot of time going to the loo and paying a lot of attention to checking each twinge and kick. I'm growing impatient, but then patience was never one of my strong suits. My mind keeps thinking about how I will go into labour. Will it be on the bus? Will it be on a Friday night? Will it be when Richard has just left for work? WHEN ARE YOU COMING BABY????

It also seems that everyone in our apartment block is waiting for the baby to come too. I went to check our mailbox at 3pm. 'Is your baby not here yet?' says the caretaker. 'No, still a couple of weeks to go' I smile. Even the gay couple on Level 2 seem excited about the baby.

Anyway, I am back for another appointment at Randwick tomorrow and will see Ellie and the student midwife Hayley. I am sure at 38 weeks there will be nothing new except my stretchmarks that have decided to appear on my lower belly.

Motherhood is a practice in patience, and its my goal this week to learn it :)

Monday, November 3, 2008

Thanks Telle!

My friend Chantelle did this on her blog and great minds must think alike, cos I was going to do this for my next blog entry as well! I love the Mind Body and Soul portion of the Sunday papers :)

Cheers matey, hope you like my answers :)

I am obsessed with....my family and music. I love the little family Rich and I have created and will soon meet and I adore my parents, brothers, fiancees/wives and nieces/nephews. I love how its just gotten bigger. Richard's family are very dear to me, but I must admit I am still finding my way with them, but I do love them very much. Music I can talk about till I am blue in the face. A favourite song always brightens up my day.

Am petrified of death. I try not to think about it - at all, too much living to be done.

Am proud of my husband. I just think he's the best and I feel so lucky to be with him.

Really need to find more time for improving my mind. There is a lot going on up there and I think I fill it with a lot of junk.

Don't get why people in this world need everything now. No one has any patience any more. My parents bought a new tv and lounge suite when we all left home. I don't understand why you would put something on credit when you can't pay for it there and then.

Think alternative medicine is always something to be considered, its helped me out on many occassions.

Relax by reading and taking a walk.

Am excited about giving birth soon and becoming a mother and seeing my husband's face when he hold's his child for the first time. I think my heart will just explode.

My worst vice is putting too much butter on corn, potatoes, you name it. In fact my grandmother said to my mother that she didn't like that about my dad when mum bought him home for dinner for the first time. Like father, like daughter.

Fridge usually contains filtered water, fruit, vegies and leftovers.

Family is my reason for living.

Friends don't understand why I love cleaning my home so much.

Attitude to exercise is I dread it, but I always feel brilliant afterwards.

Relationship with my body right now is good because I am pregnant and I am in awe of how it takes on a mind of its own. Pre-pregnancy and I am sure, post-pregnancy, I will go back to hating it. This has to change.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Oooh...a bit of a treat for me and the old man


Have I told you about my Magnum addiction? Its making my arse look like a cauliflower right now.

If you purchase a Magnum and you print off the voucher from the internet and take the wrapper to Greater Union and pay for a normal movie ticket, you get a free upgrade.

We attempted to go last Sunday, but Richard forgot to print off the vouchers at work and thought we could just use the wrappers. So I got organised this week and off we went to see the new Guy Ritchie movie RocknRolla.

We entered the bar area, all nice and swish with red tea lights and perused the menu. Rich ordered chicken dippers and a light beer, I had a diet coke and some ridiculous sundae with crushed maltesers (must diet after the baby is born). 'Would you like your food delivered to your seat?'. Yes please.

We were ushered to our big comfy reclining chairs. Very nice. And a button to adjust it. Unfortunately that didn't help me too much as I can only breathe if I am sitting at a 90 degree angle.

And then little Junior Spillane decided it was a good idea to start its aerobics class in my belly. Man, this child can kick! And then the headbutting started and the pressure on my bladder saw me go to the toilet about 90 times in the first 15 mins of the film. Finally, he/she settled down. I got comfy again but with my first spoonful of sundae accidentally spilt it down my white cardigan and white singlet. I think I need a bib these days, I am so awkward in co-ordinating a spoon to go anywhere near my mouth. Clumsiness - that's me.

Anyway, we are hooked on the Gold Class experience. We've decided that we'll see the new Bond movie Quantam Solice when it premieres there as well.

And its so nice to do these little treats together with Richard before junior is here. We don't treat ourselves too often, but this was really nice to do together for the first time.




Saturday, November 1, 2008

Next stop...mumma-hood

Well, its here. Finally here. Maternity leave. I had a big cry this morning while doing the breakfast dishes. I was thinking about putting the next load of washing on and getting Richard's work shirts done and pondering what I would wear to work next week and it hit me. Shit. 6 months off work. In three weeks time (give or take), I'll have a son or daughter.

I'll be a mum.

I don't why its taking so long for the penny to drop. I actually ever wondered if it would. I think its still sinking in.

Soooooo...what to do with the next three weeks then. Can one mentally prepare themselves to a mother? I'm going to physically prepare, I know that much. Nesting is upon me, that much I know.

I'll rest and watch Oprah at 1pm in the afternoon. I'll eat delicious lunches. I'll take myself off to the day spa and get everything waxed and polished and buffed. I'll even visit the Mind Body and Spirit Festival.

All the while, I'll be thinking about this little person in my belly. The one that loves hearing its dad's voice when he walks through the door each night. The one that loves it when I eat my main meals, cos that means it gets to do pilates in my stomach and work out where my ribs sit.

I can't wait to meet you xx

Thursday, October 30, 2008

We before me?

Currently in my latter pregnancy stages (37 weeks as of tomorrow), whatever I put on feels too tight, or warm, or restricting or hot. Seriously, if you could walk around in miu-miu’s 24/7 I’d be a happy lady.

Fortunately, work finishes up tomorrow and that’s the end of restricting work suits and the like. If I choose to spend a day at home next week, I can go bra-less if I want (my favourite thing right now for some reason).

I just headed out at lunchtime to Barkins to see if I was able to find some maxi dresses that I could wear with some cardigans. I spied them in the shop window the other day and they looked very comfy and expandable over the bump. Unfortunately when I tried them on they were very see-through and I decided best not to buy them.

While wandering through the store, I decided to look at their sleepwear section as I need to pack the labour bag this weekend. The baby’s is packed and so is Richard’s. Mine is not.

I’m finding its becoming a common theme lately. I’m more concerned the baby has enough cute clothes and wraps for hospital and that Richard has snacks and drinks and a toothbrush to see him through the long hours of labour than myself. Aren’t I the one giving birth?

It’s the same with shopping. I am finding it increasingly harder to buy something for myself. I’d rather spend the money on the baby or get something nice for Richard since he’s working so hard right now.

I desperately need my hair cut and coloured right now, but I keep putting it off for other stuff. I remember my mum doing this a lot when we were kids. One day I caught her sewing up her bra. ‘Mum, please buy yourself a new bra! ‘ - I think I was 13 at the time when I said this to her. She explained to me when I became a mum, I would understand. And I think I do now, but I also believe there has to be a balance where you don’t neglect yourself as well.

So with that in mind, I got myself some funky new pj’s for the hospital. Three quarter length grey marle cotton pants and a purple baby doll style tank top with white stars on it. Totally impractical for breastfeeding of course! But, I’m looking forward to that shower after birth and settling down on the bed with my new baby and husband and having that first family photo together.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

My man...

Lately I have been thinking about how much I love my husband. I do love him so, so much. Throughout pregnancy he's just been terrific. He's patient and will listen to me prattle on about anything to do with babies or pregnancy. He even watches all the birth shows I am subjecting myself to on the Health channel (including Jon and Kate + 8 - I am addicted to this show). I just know he's going to be a terrific father.


Richard has so much more patience than me. I am seriously too impatient and he just has it in bucketloads. I think our kid is just going to love that.


If I had to pick what I love about him the most, its that he has integrity. He's very thoughtful and will think before he speaks.


When Richard was a baby his mum noticed that he had a curvature of the spine and throughout primary and high school he had to wear a brace for his scoliosis. At 17 he went through a major operation where his lung had to be deflated and his back had to be cut open to create a steel rod to go on either side of his spine. We've talked about this a lot and what he went through at school and with his health. I think he's the bravest man I've ever met. He refuses to feel sorry for himself and is so positive about everything life has to offer.


When we left London I got all his family and friends together and organised a big suprise party for him. Moving to Australia was one of his dreams and he wasn't sure if he could do it on his own which is why after six weeks together, he asked me to come with him. I immediately said yes even though I was very happy with my London life at that point - something inside of me said it was the right decision to take an adventure with this man. The party itself was a massive success. I organised an Asian Elvis impersonator that had once given him and his mates a cab ride home after a big night out. The venue was also where he had his 21st and it was during that evening that Richard pulled me into the adjoining room and told me one day he would ask me to marry him. It felt like that even though we had lived on opposite sides of the world for our whole lives, there was a reason why I moved to London when I did and it was to find Richard.


Some things in life are just meant to be and I remember the scared 27 year old me who got on that plane in Perth and decided to go to London for a while and have a huge adventure. Secretly, I wanted the adventure to find me my soulmate and it did. I thank god every day that I said goodbye to all I ever knew and found the man of my dreams.


Love you sweetheart xx


Monday, October 27, 2008

My hair

I am at a loss as to what to do with my hair before the baby is born.


Currently, it needs a good cut and needs to be re-foiled. My roots are shocking and its gotten pretty long and tatty. Hair grows fast during pregnancy!


I've always tried to have a new hairstyle every six months but it always goes back to what it is, a medium length bob tucked behind my ears.


Each morning it takes me 45 mins to do. I wash it, spray it with leave in conditioner and blow dry it straight. Then I get the straighteners out and section it. It takes forever and its not something I will have time to do when the baby is here. I'll be lucky if I have time to wash it.

This is what it currently looks like (this photo was taken last year and I was v drunk)



And I am thinking about this haircut, simply because I like the colour and it looks a lot easier to manage:


But then if I keep it long and get a good colour and trim, I can do it before I go to bed each night and tie it back in a pony tail the next morning.

Ah...decisions....

Sunday, October 26, 2008

The M Word

If I have one regret in my life and I try not to live life with too many regrets, is that I wish I had bought real estate when I was younger. Instead, I spent it on big nights out and clothes.

Then again, in my 20's, I didn't really earn serious money. It was only when I moved to London and got my career sorted out and came back to Australia that I started to earn half way decent money.

Even now, I wish I just earnt $5-10K more. It would make a huge difference. Unfortunately, I'm too lazy and have trouble sticking things out. I started a counselling course in 2007 and have only completed one unit. I loved the course but it was so expensive and we were in savings mode for the baby. But, in order for one to progress, money needs to be spent doesn't it?

But, I know I am a hard worker. I've worked for the same recruitment company in Sydney for four years now and in that time I've had two promotions. Now I work in their HR department and my boss is telling me that I will be really missed when I go on maternity leave this Friday. I know that I am relied upon, that my colleagues can trust me to meet deadlines and that I am quick to complete all my work. I am complimented on my efficiency almost weekly which makes me feel really good. In HR, I like to get back to people quickly when it affects their working life or salary.

I've made the role my own and my boss said if it wasn't for the economy right now, he could give me that extra $10K.

If I hadn't have met Richard, I reckon I'd still be shit with my finances. But Richard is brilliant with money, even though, like me he regrets not buying a place with his brother in London. Had he have gone half in the maisonette his brother bought in West London and consequently sold last year, he would have made a tidy sum. But like me, boys nights out and the lure of travel beckoned.

Now we watch all those home shows on the Lifestyle channel with Phil and Kirsty and Sarah Beeney and quite frankly its depressing. We want our own home, but are basically scared of getting into so much debt and being tired to a mortgage. Then again, paying $490 a week for a two bedroom flat in the eastern suburbs of Sydney is just silly too.

Anyway, this year, Rich and I have worked hard to save. We have saved enough for me to have six months off work, its all spreadsheeted and accounted for in the excel spreadsheet I put together. We also managed to save a nice sum for a house deposit too.

This morning over breakfast, we talked about the first home buyers grant. Its now $14K for an existing house or $21K to build your own house. We love Sydney, but our hearts aren't here. If we had family here it might be a different story, but we don't. So that leaves Perth or London. And Richard's love affair with London ended a long time ago. Its still home for him and he misses his family desperately, but knows we can have a good life in Perth. And my family are from there and we are all really close. It just makes sense to go there, especially now with a baby on the way.

The plan is to move over there in July next year. Richard bought up the possibility of getting our pre-approval from the mortgage broker that we know in January and taking a holiday over to Perth before his parents arrive in March to scout possible buys. We'd rent it out for 6 months and then when we move over, stay with my parents for a few months and then move in. I think its a good idea, but its scary too. Do we get something small that we can add a bit value too, live in it for a year or so and then sell? Or do we get a big mortgage and have room to grow? And what about me not earning any money in those six months? Richard suggested I could go back to work for 2 days a week when his parents are here for 6 weeks and they can help out with childcare. Hmmmm......so much to think of.

It seems like this is a good opportunity and maybe its a case of jumping in quickly. But I am scared that one of us will be made redundant or we have difficulty finding work in Perth. Too many variables to think of. And don't they say that in the first year of your baby's life its a good idea to not have too many drastic life changes? Argghhhhh...but I do want our own place though.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Ah, bleach, I love you.


This morning my husband told me he had to go to work for the day. Which is a bit of a pain as we are counting down the weekends till the baby gets here and I'd like to spend as much time together as possible. But, bless him, he's a hard worker and he's finishing up a massive project that finishes, yep you guessed it, a week before the baby arrives. So I can understand his reasoning for going in on a beautiful day.


So this morning, I got organised. I was up with the birds at 8am. I had my fruit, milk and Elevit tablet for breakfast. I had my shower and got dressed. That pesky basket of laundry has been taunting me for weeks and today was the day it was all getting done.


I finally finished cleaning our little flat at 5pm today. Everything is just taking a bit longer than it used to. I'll feel like I am bursting for the loo and then I go, and for my efforts I receive a minimal tinkle from my flower area when in actual fact I feel like I might die if I don't get to the bathroom in a hurry. What does that mean exactly? Is the baby's head lower?


And god I scrubbed today. I attacked everything with bleach. I am obsessed with the smell of it and feel an immense amount of satisfaction when I can smell it throughout the house. I do wonder if I am reaching Obsessive Compulsive Disorder levels of cleanliness. It took all of my willpower to not attack the toilet with an old toothbrush.


I also wrote out a list of all the jobs I need to do in the next four weeks and tested out whether the pram fits in our car. It doesn't. We have a DINK 3-door car and a family about to engulf it. I am only beginning to realise that babies take up space and we need a bigger house and car. Oh well. We'll get there somehow.


If we take the two big wheels off the strider, it just fits in the boot. So when Rich got home this afternoon we did a few practice runs of getting it in and out and collapsing and opening up the pram. We just need to bear in mind when we next do that, we'll have a baby in the back seat who might not have the same patience as the two of us.


Logistics, I tell you. Its what keeps me up at night :)


Friday, October 24, 2008

The weekend is nearly here...

Thank god. This week seems to have dragggeeedddd.

Rich and I had a good start to Friday morning. Well, almost, if it wasn't for that bloody banshee screaming bird that lives outside our bedroom window. Four mornings in a row its been making extreme calling/mating sounds with no other birdlife responding. It starts at 5am and I'd be a lot happier if it started at 6am when my alarm went off.

Anyway, I digress.

Richard's parents have now booked their flights to come to Sydney. They arrive on the 4th March next year to meet their new grandchild and Richard is really excited. He really misses his parents and I know the pregnancy has been hard on him, with not being able to share it with them, unless you count updating them on the phone. I guess we have both felt that, as my family is in Perth, so, yeah its been tough but good for us both I think too.

Rich also got up early to make a trip down to Surry Hills post office at 6am to collect our pram (go the Steelcraft Strider 4 in red!!) which came in a big box and with a big postal bag of clothes from my lovely sister in law Amanda.

I hope the pram is not a big bother to put together (like the cot). I'm sure it will be fine.

And I can't wait to put one of the teddies in it and take it for a test run around the apartment!

Apart from that, this weekend I am getting all Aggie and Kim-like and will be nesting to my heart's content. I'm on a mission to save more space in our tiny two bed flat. I've bought plastic boxes and wardrobe hangings from Bunnings and I am re-doing our whole walk in wardrobe. Jesus, life has changed! Next I'll be overdosing on Tupperware.

And maybe, we might get to see that new Simon Pegg film in Gold Class since we have been overdosing on Magnums lately (the wrappers include a free upgrade to Gold Class).

Have a great weekend everyone!

x

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

An ode to Charlie







On the 27th November 2005 my first niece was born, Charlize (Charlie) Collyer-Braby. I have three brothers and my middle brother David had Charlie with his wife Emma. At the time David and Emma had only been together about 2 months. The pregnancy was a shock for all of us and I happened to be in Perth when David announced the news. He announced it by handing me an ultrasound photo. My mother couldn't stop crying.

Since Charlie, my other brother Ross and his fiancee Amanda have had two boys - Jack and Harry. Everyone in our family loves these kids so much, but for some reason Charlie holds a special place in all our hearts.

Maybe its because she is a girl.

I remember meeting her for the first time and holding her. I thought my heart would explode and I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by that feeling. She looked at me with these big eyes and stuck her hand in her mouth.
Charlie is now nearly 3 and my mum babysits her each Tuesday. I call up when I come home from work to talk to her each week. Last night, this is how the conversation went:

Charlie: HELLO?????????

Me: Charlie, its me, Jo-Jo

Charlie: Doh-Doh!!!! Can I talk to Richard? Where's Richard? Is the baby in Richard's belly?

Me: No, its in my belly. Richard's at work but he will call you when he comes home.

Charlie: Oh. Doh-Doh, today nanny took me on the slippery dip and we had sgetti (spaghetti) and I want to talk to Richard.
Me: That's great Charlie. Richard is coming home tonight to put stars on the ceiling for the baby's room.

Charlie: Me and nanny get on a plane to Sydney and see Richard and the baby????

I love talking to her. And she loves Richard.

Richard doesn't have to do a lot. He can sit on the couch drinking a beer and Charlie will gravitate onto his lap and start twirling his hair.

She is such a GOOD kid. My mum reckons she's 3 going on 30. She susses people out pretty quickly so I think her judgement of character is going to be good when she's older. She also loves other kids and babies. So much so, I think she's dying for a baby brother or sister.
Unfortunately, I don't think David and Emma want any more kids. Its just as well we have our little one on the way as I think they will be great mates. Hence the reason why I am keen to move back to Perth next year, so these little guys can get to know one another.

Anyway, Charlie is a dream come true and her birth was met with so much happiness in our family. Having her as a flowergirl on our wedding day meant the world to me. And she was such a trooper for someone who had to wear a big fluffy white dress on a 45 degree day.

Our baby is due on the 21 November. I wonder if I go late and it comes on Charlie's birthday? We'll see I guess.


















Monday, October 20, 2008

Arrghhh...how much longer can I last?

I'm on the countdown. For work that is. I have this week left and then next week. And quite frankly it can't come soon enough.

You see, at home, its easy. I can walk around bra-less and if I get hot, I can walk around the flat in my undies and a singlet if I want to. At work its a different story. My shoes seem to be getting smaller and I must admit my maternity bra is getting tighter. Note to self: must get a bigger size!

Right now I am sitting at the computer, bra-less, with two wet flannels over my boobs and a wet flannel on my bump. I CANNOT STOP THIS ITCHING! And I scratch it, but not too much.

So far there is no rash, but that hasn't stopped me raiding the various creams and lotions I have stacked under the change table that would normally be used for the baby's bot bot to slather on my boobs and bump.

This morning at 3am, while pacing the loungeroom (naked - I'm so bloody hot these days), it hit me. I will be giving birth, and soon, I will be pacing the loungeroom with a baby. Good lord Jo, its hit you at nearly 36 weeks? Where have you been, denial city?

Sometimes I think because it took us 13 months to conceive this little beauty that its taken longer for the pregnancy to sink in. I'm not sure.

Anyhoo...hurry up work. I have lots to get done. I need an afternoon nap and its not nice walking down Pitt St getting stabbing pains in your noo-na during your lunch break. The general public don't want to see that :)

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Life is changing already




I am so excited. Tonight I just ordered our pram on the internet. I'm in love with it and I've maxed out my credit card this week (must not tell Richard this).




Its a Steelcraft Strider 4 and its in red. I have to get red as red goes faster, right? I did like the pebble colour but thought red was more 'us'. My husband goes for the Sydney Swans and Liverpool and I'm a Freo Dockers supporter and no doubt the baby will be co-erced into supporting one of these teams and they all feature the red colour.




Plus my dear mum bought the baby red crocs. In minature. It'll colour co-ordinate at least!




So, I am so excited about our pram. I don't drive at the moment so I plan to use it a lot with long walks to Surry Hills while I am on maternity leave for grocery market trips and lunches with me and the babe. And Richard wants to do laps around Centennial Park on Saturday mornings with the baby, but now he is torn - Strider or Bjorn?




I remember when our Saturday mornings consisted of sunglasses, hangovers and fried breakfasts at a greasy spoon! Now we'll be up with the birds! And we love that now...I think Richard has had two hangovers in all my pregnancy...




Last night Rich took a 35 week preggie shot for me. I'm stressing as I think I have dropped slightly and now I am wondering if the baby is going to come early. But I am still short of breath so I don't think I have - maybe its the photo.




We also see Ellie our midwife tomorrow morning. Rich is coming so he'll hear the heartbeat which he loves and hopefully she'll be able to tell us a bit more about our bubba.




I'm getting excited now. Bubba - are you a boy or girl? Are you excited about meeting us? So many people love you so much already...I can't wait for you to meet everyone...








Tuesday, October 14, 2008

My latest crush


Since I found out I was pregnant, there are days where I have found my mind wondering to my life prior to getting all grown up and responsible like.


I've reminisced about the carefree days, clubbing in Paris, travelling through the country side in Spain and giggling with my 10 million flatmates who I shared a poky house with in London. I've also been remembering long hot summers in Perth, where we would sit on the beach for hours on end and then head out to watch bands on Saturday night. Life seemed to be about fun, cute boys and hangovers back then.


I remember one particular night when the girls I lived with in Perth suggested going to a club in the city to see Boom Crash Opera. I've always loved their music. I thought they had amazing energy and a really good sound. In particular, I LOVED their lead singer Dale Ryder.


He was born in India, and had this wild look about him. The curly hair, come hither bedroom eyes and baggy 90's shirts. 'Dancing in the Storm' is one of my favourite songs of all time. Watch it here and see how CUTE Dale is:


This particular night, high on champagne and hot weather, 5 of us stormed the dancefloor at this club before BCO were due on stage. I remember laughing a lot and thinking what a great night it was going to be. My besties and the cute man on stage. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a man with curly hair smoking a cigarette in the darkness. He was sitting to the left of the stage, in front of the dancefloor. When I looked closer, I could see it was Dale Ryder, watching me and the girls carrying on like dickheads and getting too drunk!


That night, BCO were on fire. They sung all their hits and I scored a wink from Dale towards the end of the night, I thought my heart would burst out of my chest! You could see they loved their fans and really enjoyed playing for the packed house.


While sitting at work yesterday, a BCO song came on the radio. I immediately thought of that night. And when I got home last night, I decided to google Dale and the boys from BCO. Dale now heads a cover band in Melbourne called the Dale Ryder Band and the BCO boys still get together from time to time to tour.


I couldn't believe how much Dale has changed though, if you look at the piccie above. He looks a lot different now and well, middle aged! I guess it happens to the best of us.




Sunday, October 12, 2008

How many people does it take to assemble baby furniture?



My husband and I decided that this weekend would be operation baby. We've had houseguests for the past two weeks who left last week to go back to the UK for three months. So, we now have our flat back to ourselves. Just the way we like it. Peaceful. Clean. We can even walk around naked if we want to.


With six weeks to go until our baby arrives, we decided now would be a good idea to get the nursery organised. Because, I am 34 weeks pregnant. Women have given birth at this stage before and we haven't even bought a cot mattress yet.


So, off to Bondi Junction we trot. We decide to get there early as my husband can't face it when there are millions of people around. I of course, could die there quite happily.


We had to get three things: a cot mattress, monitor and Baby Bjorn.


No one explains to you that when you start to buy the baby items, that a whole new world becomes apparent. Did you know there are two types of Baby Bjorns the salesperson in DJ's tells me? No I reply. And a million size different cot mattresses it seems too. We had our measurements written down and because we didn't purchase our cot in DJ's, they can't help us. Why didn't you purchase your cot here we are asked? And do you have a bassinette, as all babies should sleep in bassinettes the ever helpful salesperson informs me.


Looking at my husband, I could see he was getting tetchy. I suggested we purchase the Bjorn with back support and get the hell out of here. The sales person was all of 18 and she was beginning to annoy me.


After four hours, we are in the car heading home. We have the Bjorn, the right sized mattress and a monitor. We can set up our nursery.


We start at 3pm. We clean out the wardrobe and fasdidiously vaccum the room and scrub the windows and mirrors. We take the cot out of its box and start working away.


8 hours later...we have assembled a cot.


My husband is a smart man. He designs major engineering projects and is currently putting together a water treatment plant. This bloody cot tested every ounce of our patience. And its instructions didn't help, they could have been written in Swahalie for all we cared.


But we have a cot. And a change table. The cot even has Bert and Ernie and half the Sesame Street gang in there too. This baby won't be lonely because while my mother was over from Perth earlier on it the year she ensured the baby would have more friends on the wall in the form of stars, ducks and cows jumping over moons. I've somehow let my mother design the room when I had an idea of how I wanted it to be. But strangely it works. I like it. I like getting up in the middle of the night when the baby is kicking and walking in there. I imagine peering into the cot and seeing a baby in there.


Baby, your room is nearly ready. We still have a few more things to do, but with 6 weeks to go, your dad and I are nearly there.


xx