I’m 23 weeks now and up
until now I have been willing the time to pass as quickly as possible, if I had
a fast-forward button I would have been leaning on it heavily. But now, just
now, I have finally thought I should probably stop to smell the roses, so to
speak. Realising that this is my last few months of me-time and time to just
focus on H as my only child, and there will be no turning back once Little Miss is
here.
I have been feeling
really positive about the pregnancy now and doing everything I can to relish it
and celebrate it. I am even doing a spot of pregnancy modelling this week, just
as a “normal” looking pregnant lady! But it will be so nice to have my hair and
make-up done and feel pretty for a night. Plus I get paid in maternity clothes,
which I am more and more in need of.
I have had a wonderful
long weekend of enjoyable family time, with husby taking an extra day off
between the public holiday and the weekend. And now, only one week til we take
our “babymoon” down the coast with munchkin. I can’t wait.
Tomorrow I shall
attempt to cook said husby a special birthday dinner, including birthday cake.
This will be special if it is even edible, as my worth in the kitchen is limited
to doing the dishes. Yep, I’m the type who can’t even make toast without burning
it, I’m so domestically challenged I could probably burn water. Even the
planning of this meal has taken me hours already as I had to familiarise myself
with a bunch of herbs/spices I wouldn’t be able to find in the supermarket
unless they had neon signs on them, and then go through the cupboards to check
our stocks, since I don’t even know what we have.
Luckily it’s a slow
work week for me (meaning no freelance work sadly), so the daycare day will be
free for my kitchen f*ck-ups, I mean, gourmet experimentation.
If only I had buckets
of cash, none of this DIY shit would be necessary!
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