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.