Every year, we take a family picture on the steps to our house. It’s quite fun to see how we have changed since we moved in in 2011 and took the first one with the monsters being mere pups. I’m also quite impressed at how well behaved the girls were this year. Last year they just would NOT keep still. Oh yeah, and there’s the case of the obvious bump….. Baby Boy is due tomorrow! I can hardly wait to see what next year’s picture is going to look like!
Our Baby Boy is due in 5 days’ time. I don’t think I can wait another five days. I should be more thankful that I get to carry our Baby Boy this long and at all yet, I’m so ready to have this pregnancy over. I’m really tired of being pregnant. I’m ready to trade in my morning sickness for a bouncy little boy. I’m so ready to get to hold my “reward” for not having a single drop of alcohol this entire year. My first glass of wine is still a while away and all we have left to do is wait.
I might add we are waiting perhaps just a little impatiently. Hubby and I have been shining a torch on my tummy and have been speaking to our little one a whole lot more lately. We are trying to lure him out like a little bird. We think that if the outside world seems more interesting than Hotel Uterus, our little babe might decide it’s time.
The family is anxiously waiting. Granny Gladys (my mom) has been phoning me every day to see if there is any progress or sign that the little one might come.
C’mon little one, it’s time to come out to play.
People have been telling me that I’m glowing and that I look SO happily pregnant. I feel healthy and excited about welcoming Baby Boy into our world. BUT…..
I’m starting to get really uncomfortable. Besides a baby belly my body’s decided to also grow cankles. I really battle to reach my feet and my toes need to be painted. My back aches. I’m uncomfortable when I sleep. My sleep is ALWAYS interrupted with trips to the loo. That is, unless I wake up from terrible heartburn, nausea or extreme hunger. And suddenly it also appear that morning sickness has returned. At times I feel downright miserable.
I am so grateful and feel so blessed to have had such an uneventful healthy pregnancy thus far and I’m just about ready to have it over. I have 10 work days left till my maternity leave starts and yes, I’m counting down the hours cause I can not seem to stay awake or focussed never mind think about getting any work done.
I’ve managed to wash 5 loads of itty bitty baby clothes, socks and blankets and have probably another 2 to go. Then, I have the task of packing THE hospital bag. The finish line is drawing closer and the end is near. I’m getting quite excited now to be handed our little one and to say: “Happy birthday little fellow”, and on the other hand I am just so scared and starting to freak out. I don’t want to break our little guy or have him develop some kind of weird psychological issues because his mommy was too so or so. I’m petrified of being a bad mom because I know this little guy only deserves the best.
I’m beginning to wonder if I actually have a clue of what is waiting for me………Or perhaps I need to get an early night’s rest so I might feel calmer and more at ease about birthing and caring for a newborn. Sounds like something any good doctor would order: An early night’s rest and a pedicure.
Today, at nearly 35 weeks pregnant, whenever anyone asks when the baby’s due, I can reply with “next month“.
I find it MIND BOGGLING that the time has gone SO quickly and that our little boy’s arrival is just around the corner. I am so looking forward to this next chapter and spending time with my little man at home. I’m told those five months will also go by in the blink of an eye. All there is to do is to always be in the now and to treasure each and every little moment.
I am so pleased that I started taking weekly pictures when I did. I love to scroll through them and see how Baby Boy gets bigger.
When I’m at the bottom of the page it’s rather funny to scroll back up and see how our bump gets smaller. I’m going to miss this bump once he’s born. It truly is incredible feeling your baby move. So for now, I’m trying to treasure all the kicks and elbows in the stomach. Oh boy, this little man is strong!
(Pictures are week 15 all the way through to week 29. Not long now, less than 11 weeks to go!)
It feels like just the other day hubs and I started a new life in this house with our pups Lily and Poppy. Alas, Lily’s birthday was on 3 August and Poppy’s on the 17th. We celebrated with party hats, large ostrich bones, a walk at Emmarentia, doggy treats and a new tug-of-war Kong toy.
We love our girls so very much.
Fun facts about these two:
- They love to play hide-and-seek. I keep them with me for 15 seconds while I count and hubs hides. As soon as he’s ready, he whistles and they RUN to find him. They will comb over the entire house, room for room until they find him. Once he’s been found, there’s great excitement, pats gets given and they’re stroked until he goes to hide again.
- Lily has a chronic eye allergy and gets eye drops every morning. She sits patiently at eyedrop time and lets you put them in each eye. For a treat of course. Poppy sits next to Lily at eyedrop time. Because there’s treats involved. And because the girls have to work for their treats, Poppy gets fake eye drops (we pretend to put eyedrops in Poppy’s eyes).
- They love to get hugs. Poppy loves when I shout “double-hug-time!” and they both get hugged at the same time. Poppy often looks like she’s smiling.
- Poppy is much more tolerant of party hats and being dressed up than Lily.
- If there is ever a pool of mud while out on a walk, Poppy will be the one to find it.
- As soon as a sock or piece of clothing ends up on the floor, Lily will bring it to you. Particularly impressed with herself. She loves to have a job to do. Even if it is to pass your slippers from the bottom shelf of your cupboard. It is also her job to carry the basket with fresh produce from the veggie garden to the kitchen.
- Poppy doesn’t believe in performing tricks the way Lily does. I mean, she doesn’t live in a circus and besides, Lily’s there to do all the tricks. Poppy can be terribly demanding. If she doesn’t get stroked enough to her liking, she sighs loudly. When I see her prance around the garden she moves like a lipizzaner. If she could be anything other than herself, she’d choose to be a unicorn.
I’m so pleased our baby boy will get to grow up with these two monkeys by his side.
Last night just before bed, hubs and I were both on our iPhones staring at the 4d images we got at yesterday’s scan deciphering whose nose our little boy got. This entire journey has been nothing but incredible. And suddenly, just like that, we’re in the third trimester.
Before we know, baby boy will be here.
Isn’t he just the cutest?
Oh yes, yes he is.