I feel a Sprinkling coming on...

So with the small affair that will be Dash's Baby Sprinkle on tomorrow, you would think that I'd find myself compelled to do something to ensure my house is spotless for my guests.

Sure I've vacuumed the carpet and somehow managed to get all of Charlie's toys from the floor to their rightful homes on his shelves, but do you think I can find any motivation to finish tidying my kitchen and dining room? The main area that will be in use tomorrow?

No, of course not.

This whole dilemma is not helped by the fact that my darling Bugg has decided that 30minutes sleep and several hours of hyperactivity will be sufficient 'play-stats' for the day.

We are currently trying our luck at a second sleep today. But by the sounds of it, Ginny and Piglet seem to be jumping around in the cot so we can probably safely assume sleep... Well it is just not going to happen.

So here we find me laying on the couch, eyes drooping dangerously close to being shut and a pelvis which feels as though it is second-hand (once owned by a 77 year old ballet dancer) and about as painful as it gets.

Not to mention the fact that this 'Sprinkle' is going to be taking place amongst a weekend of awful wind and weather which is not itself a sprinkle but a downpour.

Oh dear I'm complaining again. I shall stop and give your eyes a rest!!

xoxo

Temperatures, Tantrums and Tonsillitis

The last five days have been a roller coaster of fevers, tears and a whole lot of antibiotics.  We woke up on Saturday morning and Bugg seemed reasonably 'off'. We still went swimming because he wasn't coughing and didn't have a runny nose but he just floated in the pool and barely moved at all.

Then after a day at the cricket I was hit with probably one of my scariest parenting moments to date. His temperature spiked, his eyes went glassy and both his arms and legs became very limp.  He was hot to the touch - my own little hot water bottle.  I panicked, terrified he was going to have a convulsion. Luckily for us though we'd had the foresight to ask his nan to bring along some panadol which dropped his temperature enough for us all to calm.

Sick little man could barely keep his eyes open :(

One $80 trip to the after-hours doctor later and our poor little man had tonsillitis. Not pleasant but of all the things it could've possibly been - probably one of the better outcomes.

So we knew what we were dealing with and had the antibiotics to battle it. Next came the 'sleeping' hurdle. Like a zombie I rose to him several times over the course of the weekend. He would just cry and cry, his throat sore and his temperature still blazing. There really is only so much panadol and water will do - especially at 3am in the morning.  Sometimes I guess just screaming til you are red in the face and thrashing about on the bed is the only way to get the frustration out - and boy was Bugg showing us how tired and frustrated he actually was.

Sunday rolled around and my mum was kind enough to take Bugg and I up to her house, where he was able to play with nanny for a while and I was able to sleep for a solid two hours (It was amazing!)

Nanny showing Bugg the cows down the road from her house.

And now we've hit Wednesday.  Still finishing off the course of antibiotics and having spent a day home with me on Monday and Daddy on Tuesday we have the miraculous return of our darling boy. Back to full health (with the small addition of a slight cough) and running amok in what will never really be my 'tidy' house.  To be honest though you can give me a Bugg I can't keep up with over the snugly sick little man we had on the weekend ANY day.

xoxo

From the Obs Appt.

After my most recent appointment with the doctor:

Dash now has an arrival date. As my last post states, we're not telling anyone what date that actually is but I can tell you it's after I finish work on the 9th and before the 25th of December. So go nuts trying to guess the actual date :)

Apparently we're on track for a 6 pounder - this excites me so and Dash is currently snuggled down at a comfortable 1.4kgs. I'd like a smaller one than last time but I'm almost convinced that no matter what size he is, it'll still effing hurt on the day anyway :).

That's all I can think of for now. I'm about to take Bugg swimming and then for a play at the cricket. Good day ahead.

xoxo

The big 'Three-Oh'

Yeah so for many people, 30 is a scary number. But for us pregnant folk it symbolises the beginning of that downhill slope - even more so than the 28-week-start-of-trimester-3-moment.

There are just so many less things that can go wrong from here on out and it merely becomes a waiting game.

- Waiting for baby to get off your bladder...
- Waiting for Maternity Leave to start...
- Waiting for that rude person in front of you at Coles to hurry-the-eff up because your feet are sore from standing too long...
- Oh yes and of course waiting for that magical moment when you get to meet the little person you've been sharing your body with for the last several months.

And speaking of which, got an Obs appt this Wednesday. Excited for it mainly because I'm hoping to get a date sorted out to go 'Pop' like... well a balloon or other 'popable' entity.

Originally I was all for telling you when this date would be, but for whatever hormonal reason and chemical imbalance occurring in my head right now - I've actually decided to not tell you all. I mean, you know it will be a boy so I think just because Simon and I know, doesn't mean you should all have that surprise ruined too.

I hear some of you groaning because you think I'm being mean. Well 'poo' to you. We promise you will be the first to know when he DOES decide to join us - (Yeah you and all of Facebook).

I was very VERY lucky over the weekend to get to have some Maternity photos done by the lovely Ainslie at Wild Spirit Photography. To see what she managed to do in the space of a few short hours please check out her blog post here:

Wild Spirit Photography Blog Post

That first one, of me on the beach (YES THAT IS ME!) still makes me go "OMG" every time I see it. I cannot believe that she made me look like 'SARAH: GODDESS OF FERTILITY'. And the rest just make me feel very happy - especially the one that backs onto white of me holding onto my big belly :)

Finally, hitting 30 weeks I was ranting a while ago that I would be doing a Grand-Packing of all things tiny and birthy for the hospital. You will be pleased to know I have not packed a single thing - now THAT'S organisation. But I did find the following. And by oath it was cute. Big brother and little brother. Goodness me.

Night folks,

xoxo.

Moments...

So I want to share with you a few 'moments' that occurred today between Bugg and myself. The first of which, I was slapped most angrily around the face.

Now I must admit I did not take to kindly to this and I proceeded to put the little sprout down and walk away mostly in a stunned sort-of stupor. It is wonderful that he can now show his emotions such as frustration - not so wonderful that he decides to test these out with me...

So all afternoon I've felt pretty disheartened - not helped by the fact that he has pushed me away at every chance today and only wanted his dad. But I suppose one of us has to be the 'bad-guy' who makes sure we eat dinner and get our bottom changed for bed - all things of which Bugg does not want to partake in.

Sometimes being the rule-enforcer sucks. :(

But after a few hours of him finally going to sleep, I cautiously tip-toed back into his room, trying my hardest not to wake what could possibly resemble a grumpy monster more so than a little boy - and remember why I do all the things I do as a mummy... Because he is my beautiful little boy, and it's my job.

And as he sleeps so peacefully, I get my second moment for the day - and although he doesn't even know he's sharing it with me, Bugg makes me realise how very very lucky I am to be a mummy to him already and a new little person in the not-too-distant future.

xoxo

Several big date reminders

So today besides feeling as though I have become an incubator for the worst head-cold known to man-kind, there are several big dates that have all fallen together.

Charlie is 16 months old.

Most certainly not a baby anymore, my darling little man impressed me immensely by pointing out a dog, cat, pig, and duck from the same page in his 'I Went Walking' book. I knew he sort of knew what they were but to pick out the different ones I was asking about all in one go... Wowsers! It floored me! So yes - he is 16 months old and now most certainly a toddler. It's about time we pulled our fingers out and finished his big-boy bedroom.

There are 17 months left until we get married.

Ahh yes, that date is creeping ever so much closer. Have made another deposit since I whisked my dress into my wardrobe - this time on a fun surprise for our guests! I hope you all like it, some of you already know what it is but for the rest of you... I'm sure you'll enjoy it on the night :)

Lastly, today is the 28th week of me being pregnant and thus the beginning of 3rd trimester.

You have no idea how very glad this makes me. Between the sore pelvis (not helped by the fact that last night I crashed into a table) and the constant need to curl up in a ball in random places and sleep - I really am welcoming the end of pregnancy #2. Of course I don't want to 'Go' too early, but in about 2 weeks I'll have my emergency hospital bag packed... And quite possibly be stocking up on those itsy-bitsy newborn nappies I loved so much when Charlie was first born.

Well I'm going to get the vaporiser cranking, rub some vicks vaporub on my chest and snuggle up with Simon in bed to watch a movie and pray that somehow by tomorrow I've managed to kick the worst part of this cold - otherwise it'll be an unwanted unpaid sick leave day tomorrow. Yuck.

Oh and heres a picture of Bugg that I couldn't resist taking today. No matter how sick and crabby he is - he always manages to give me a cute photo when i need one :)

xoxo

A Final that is so Grand.

So we have many people at our house today celebrating the Grand Final. We are nearing the end and by the looks of it the Geelong supporters are going to go home happy.

Awesome day. Well worth me stressing over getting the house clean this morning.

xoxo