Gardening Mummagardening, mumma-hood, cooking, etc

As the title suggests, I am long overdue. Well, not as long as I could be, but enough to be waring me down. I’m 5 days past my estimated due date and am fast running out of things to do. So I’m back at GardeningMumma!?!?!!!! I feel daunted by the thought of having to maintain it again, but also welcome that it is ‘something’. I love blogging. I love reading. I love talking. I want to share it all with you but time is a rare thing for me, especially considering I will soon have ANOTHER baby to spread myself across.

As you know, We moved house in October and have heaps of space now. I have a spot all marked and ready for the veggies but have somehow still not got around to it. I did start a wave of seeds just before Xmas but alas, little Rourke features pulled them all out, all except for 3 zuchinis. These zuchinis hang on for dear life, even today, but I can’t bare the thought of having plants that also need my love and care and attention at this moment.

Business has come to a close so that I can focus on birthing and I find myself spending too much time in the kitchen…. I recently discovered a life changing ingredient, which I hope to find time to share with you, that has enabled me to bake. After so long not enjoying baking I have rediscovered my passion with the success of not only muffins, but cookies and also an amazing banana cake- shared lovingly over a nice brew with Miss Kelly yesterday

My house is spotless, there are baked goods coming out of our ears, my ‘nest’ is prepared, the cloth nappies are piled high waiting for a teeny tiny bum to wrap up, Rourke is sleeping well despite our 3rd day over 38degrees *ugh*, and I am trying to keep myself from my thoughts.

I’ve missed out on sharing so many things these past few months….. a hypnobirthing course, homebirth preparation, cooking, baking, Rourke, baby#2, a sewing machine, barking neighbourly dogs, pregnancy, nappies, life life life……… I’ll leave you with a pic of me today. Hopefully I won’t let too much time pass before coming back again. I do dream of having a blog that gets updated all the time, a facebook page, followers to entertain and books to publish I don’t want much, eh!? LOL. If only I could finish SOMETHING that I so eagerly start, persue for a while, then let fizzle out. Let’s not even talk about another the book I’ve started writing, my crazy business idea I’m developing, the photo albums I’m building, the baby journal I started this week, the pregnancy journal that I’ve filled and want to keep filling, the baby I’m growing, the studies I’m contemplating, the friends I try so hard to keep in contact with, the personal facebook page I for some reason have re-instated, the Husband I should tend to more often, the the THE…. I think I have some sort of problem. Like when I have to be doing at least 14 separate tasks and be stressed out of my mind and running about at a bazillion miles an hour to be content, yet still strive for something more. That’s a condition right???!

Anyway, I know a couple of you have waited months for me to accept your membership. I was reluctant as I didn’t want you to be disappointed at me being so….vacant…. but I’ve let you in now I’ve also abolished the password thing as it over complicated it all. I should just be happy with talking to myself, like I’ve said before, rather than alway be wanting to know everything and control every last skeric (sp??). haha.

Until next time, Mumma Xx.

Just dropping in really quickly to say hello

We moved house a fortnight ago, don’t even start me about how it went?!?!?!?!?!!!!, but we’re almost settled in. Gas leaks (X7!?), exploding hot water pipes, non-functioning ensuit. Poo. But I have HEAPS of space now, Rourke loves his sandpit and Bacon loves lying in the sun on the grass

I have a stack of vids backlogged but I’m just not getting the time , same old sap story,*boo hoo* to snip them all together, fancy like! I’ll just pop in every now and then and do what I can.

I have just started a new wave of seeds this week, so that they’re ready to be planted around Xmas-ish. I am really hoping to be able to buy a couple of raised beds (either fancy corrugated ones or handmade from a local community garden). I have plenty of space in the new place and open ground, hoorah!!!! I’ve not gone too crazy this time in terms of quantity, just a handful of each. Have done green beans, snow peas (again), corn, pumpkin, ummm… nasturtiums, lettuce, and more, I’m sure there was more. Stupid baby brain!

Buut we had a great moment today…. I video-d it and can’t wait to share!! Rourke picked and ate one of my carrots *eep*. Andrew says “you can’t teach him to just eat stuff out of the garden, he’ll start eating everything, danger danger, bla bla bla”. We washed it off and he walked around crunching away with a big carrot tail trailing behind, bahahahahaha. Best EVER!

Oh yeah, baby! So… it’s got girl bits!!! Have I told you yet?? So exciting!! I’m almost 24 weeks and look “how normal people look when they’re full term” says my lovely husband. Gee, Thanks a bunch! I’m able to see her kick now, I’m sure we may have grown off the scale this week- got the middy and student coming Tues for a measure, etc. A month ago we were measuring slightly small and my, eh hem, ‘fundal measurement’ was a finger width below my belly button. I can tell you its about 5cm above now and I’m getting feet and all sorts under my ribs when I’m sitting *gulp*. Still feeling pumped about hatching this bubba, starting a hypnobirthing course in Nov and am planning to drug-free it, planning being the operative word!! We all know what happened last time Middy assures me I’ll go naturally this time. Somehow!? She says accupuncture from 36wks. Ok, I’ll go along with it, hehe.

I would upload more belly pics but A is too busy to get them off his camera for me at the moment, slogging away repotting balcony gardens 3 stories up without a lift and the like

Anyway, maybe send me some motivational words to make me put a vid up!!!!
Mumma Xx.

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I’m due for another one next Monday- bring on the big belly!!!!!!!!
16 weeks today and counting

So today I’ve been out all day at Mclaren Vale with the folks, little bro, Andrew and Rourke for Father’s Day…. and all day I’ve had, as I’ve had for a couple of weeks now, VERY sore preggers nipples (Hint: that’s the TMI part!). I’ve been in agony all day, particularly on the right hand side. Can’t brush against it, even bra is hurting it.

So sitting on the couch a few minutes ago still in agony I try to reposition my bra….. I was like- why is my nipple so hard, Tit’s (BAHAHAHAAAAAA freudian slip of the year!) IT’S toasty warm so can’t be fripples and only on the one side is weird?!??

Reached in to bra and pulled out a piece of dry, crusty, diced dried apricot from god knows when that was stuck sideways in to my very sore nipper. Ahhhhhh……RELIEF

Ok, as you were….

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P.S. BEEEELLLLLLYYYYYYY Page is updated

Just wanted to share the most amazing thing with you all…..
In my mission to start meditating I’ve been working my way through HEAPS of types of music. I’ve slightly falled off the relaxing topic with the following but its FREEKIN AWESOME!!!!!!

I hopped from tibetan throat chanting

to Tuvan throat singing

to Inuit throat chanting

I could watch them alllllllllll daaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy………… so cool!
…OK, back to repetitive waves crashing and running water hehe.

With time becoming more and more of a rarity I’ll just have to be happy with written posts No time for uploading piccies all the time, let alone video recording and editing!

Dear Diary….
You’ll all have to be happy with the thoughts from my head for now…….. Andrew says he’d hate to be in my head, it would be a scary place! Probably because I got stuck in to him one day for always being off with the fairies and unconcerned with the world around him. I said “don’t you always have lots of things to think about and talk to yourself about inside your head?”. He said “No, when I’m not talking out loud I’m not talking on the inside either”. God, is he boring or what!? I am always babbling away to myself about something, or stewing about something someone said to me two weeks ago, or about how I’ll word the letter/s of complaint that I need to write one day when I have a few hours spare… THAT’S a long story, but mum read my letter of complaint to a certain advertising book that’s bring yellow and said I should send it to A Current Affairs coz the whole thing was just bullsh*t! I was all like, “Na, I get all nervous when I’m in front of a camera”. Hmmmmmm, really logical extrovert Mia.
And then there’s the letter I plan to write to the food labelling division of the government about how blaaaze the law is with listing ingredient derivatives, particularly ‘flavours’, and how it makes our family’s life an absolute hell. Uggh.

I’ve made the time to write tonight as STUPID F*ING Andrew said “Let’s watch a movie”. I always say “What’s it about?” then he says “Oh, it’s a romantic comedy”. NEVER EVER EVER EVER trust ‘romantic comedies’ when you’re talking to Andrew. Last week ‘Heartless’ was a crazy Devil-based movie about having to commit a hanous murder in exchange for having terrible birthmarks removed from this guys face. Then ‘Mirrors’ was all about a Demon who was stuck in the mirrors of a burnt down department store that was built atop an old mental assylum…. GREAT viewing, not. So tonight, have a guess>>>> Let me enlighten you- I didn’t catch the name, but it encompasses 2 of my utmost fears. ZOMBIES + AIROPLANES. Yep, I got up and walked out of the loungeroom and announced “I really don’t think this level of stress is good for a pregnant lady”, as my armpits started to itch (that’s my symptom of an anxiety attack, no one in the medical profession can tell me why that happens, but it does).

So now I’m listening to screams and gunshots from down the hall. And I’m sitting at my desk worrying that zombies are gonna come smashing through any number of the massive glass doors and windows that surround our beachside home….. great. Note to self: Consider zombie invasion and apocalypse scenarios when moving to a new home! Glass that makes up about 75% of your exterior= NOT SO GOOD.

Oh, and to add to it all Andrew is coughing a sort of dry, wheezy cough. The kind of cough you get before you start spewing froth and your eyes turn red and you want to eat people. Very reassuring.

Anyway- back to a more peachy topic. Pregnant! YAY!! 14 weeks and counting. The nausea has subsided, thank goodness. I can finally cook, Rourke and Andrew are very pleased. Also have a teensy bit of energy back so can get through most days again without a nap. Am getting a big belly and am in elasticated pants fulltime now, unless I decide like I did last Saturday that only jeans would do and struggled endlessly as we walked around the zoo for 3.5 hours as they slipped down all day coz the fly doesn’t get even half way up. Grrr. Should have gone elastic. Also starting to think ahead now, decided I want to do something crazy for a photoshoot this time, not just sexy noody ra ra ones…… what do you think? OBVIOUSLY not as a leopard, I mean the body painting bit. This is my friends blog and I asked her tonight if she’d paint me…. YAHOOOO! Exciting!! We’re getting together next weekend to start planning

http://nicolesmithmakeup.wordpress.com/

Hmmm… oh, other good news is that a friend of ours is preggo too! Yay!! I can’t tell you her name coz it’s still a little bit secret but it’s extra fantastic because she miscarried when we were both about 9 weeks pregnant last time. Was so sad and has been a really touchy subject for so long. So I send my love their way that this little jellybean sticks!! They deserve the joy that a little bubba will bring them Xx.

So I’ve got a story for you about a girl you’ve all heard about before. Remember the one that threw me in with the sharks at a design presentation way back?? Well we had to share a stall at an Expo last week. I was offered an ‘out’ on the downlow by our associations president as I vented to him after the last ‘episode’. I said “Na, it’s not a problem bro (well I didn’t say bro, but I was trying to be all cool and calm about it all), it will be fine”. No one else was able to man the stall for the first half of the day so I decided to take one for the team.
So….here’s the story: About 2 months ago I agreed to ‘just arrive’ at 9:30am to promote our association, nothing else! Just stand there and talk. I can do talking, I though, easy! We left it too late to have our own stall but, let’s call her ‘Sharon’, said “Oh, I’ve got a stall for my own business this year, you can piggyback if you like?”. We all agreed and that was that. So the week leading up to it all I hadn’t heard anything so contacted the president again- he was away for some seminar and wasn’t really contactable. He had all the assoc promo gear at his office but we couldn’t get it. So Mia being Mia took it upon herself to try and ‘fix’ everything, as per usual. I called Sharon, she was in Argentina or some shit and wasn’t going to be home til the day before the expo but manages to drop me an email saying “yeah if you could arrange the flyers and membership forms that would be one less thing I have to do, thanks”. So I emailed the other person who was taking over from me at midday and she didn’t have anything. So then I bugged the president again and managed to get him to agree to email me the file of our flyer. Excellent, I though, Mia has it under control. I received the email at midnight on the Thursday. Expo was Friday at 9:30am!

Got up early- file is in Publisher format.
Mia doesn’t have freekin Publisher.
Mia panics and tried to find her one and only copy of the flyer.
Association folder is missing.
Mia runs around screaming trying to find the folder.
Half an hour later after dismantling the office and bedroom she realises she was looking in the wrong drawer.
Idiot. Flyer found!
OK, the morning can still be salvaged. Press ‘colour copy’ on the printer and starts printing. 15 prints takes about 10 mintues.
An ink cartridge runs out and the other says ‘ink cartridge unrecognisable’. F*ing thing. Change ink cartridges and start printing the other side.
The ink soaks straight through and it goes all crinkly. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh. It’s now 8:30am. OK, that’s fine. Be calm. That’s how it’ll have to be.
Keep printing and I go off to put my face on (makeup I mean, I’m not a robot, don’t freak out!).
Come back to find the paper all jammed and it not working. Only way I could get it to take in paper was to print them one at a time, manually. This was taking WAY too long so I decided- OK, I’ll just scan each side and print it that way.
Another 15 mins pass and everything is printing with streaks.
F*CK. All I have is 11 folder double side flyers.
Sharon messages me and says “50 will do”. Double f*ck. Well F*CK you Sharon.
OK, all I need are the membership forms…..go to the assoc website and can online find online registration, no forms.
It’s now 8:55am and I’m really really stressing big time.
WHY ME? WHY AM I ON THIS FREEKIN COMMITTEE??????????
WHY ME AND SHARON AT THIS EXPO??????????????????????
I pack up my measly 11 flyers and get in the car, shaking with stress.
Calm down Mia, calm down.
I feel baby bumb around and decide he/she must be all pepped up on Mummas stress hormones!
I get to Officeworks and ask very politely, but with a slight tinge of crazy in my eyes, if the nice lady could copy and print these for me right now. “Of course” she replies. She then takes about 10 mintues trying to work out which way is up and how to get the other side ‘not sideways’.
Hmmmmm, HURRY THE SH*T UP!!!
I fold them madly on the counter before receiving the “That’ll be $70 thanks”. What the????? For 50 flyers? Grrrrr. Don’t let Sharon win this time Mia, just pay the $70 dollars, finish the flyers and go.
So I burn out of the carpark and message Sharon to update her. “No stress” she replies “I’ve got it covered, just call when you arrive and I’ll give you directions to the stall”.
So I pull up at 9:40am and call her. “I’m here, I’m here (trying to sound calm and ‘whatever’ like)”. “Relax” she says.
I HATE ‘relax‘.

I finally get to the stall, even though it wasn’t the last row on the left right at the end. It was more like third row from the left and half way down. What a f*cking bitch, I totally know she does all this on purpose. Yeah, so I get to the stall and she’s put up ONE A3 poster for our association and tells me I can stand in the corner, but off to the edge so people can see all of her stuff. Then I get introduced to her Mum, who would have to be the most sullen, bitter, twisted old woman EVER. Way to top off a perfect day!

“Oh, look at you!”, as she pats my belly. “Gosh, you’ve got a long way to go, don’t you, for having such a big belly”. God, just because she’s 6.5 months pregnant and you can hardly tell coz she’s plumpish, carries really high and compactly and deliberately wears baggy t-shirts so her elite clientel don’t hesitate in engaging her services. “Yeah, that’s what having a 9.5pounder 14 months ago does to your pretty stomach”, I reply with a smile and a very bump hugging top.

I spend the next few hours trying my hardest to grab people as they walk past and each time either Sharon or her mother cut me off and talk over me. Then Sharon proceeds to hand me a bunch of flyers and says “Why don’t you be useful and take a look around at the other stalls for a while”. “Sure!” I reply. Then later we kill some time by her talking all about her almost hourly breakdown of her perfect birthplan and all her antenatal classes and her employees that do all her work for her and how she goes to the gym so that she doesn’t need “to look any bigger than you really need too”, as she looks me up and down……..*snarl*.

Andrew always says “I don’t know why you let that b*tch walk all over you Mia, grow some balls!”. Ordinarily I would but for some reason I have it in my head that I just have to be mature and not stoop to her level and that will be enough to crush her punie (puny?) soul. Although ripping in to her would be awefully satisfying. I hope she feels shallow inside and that her birth plan turns to sh*t and she gets induced 3 weeks over and delivers an 11 pound baby, NOT through a man-made hole. Yeah, that would make me feel happy.

*sigh*, so now I’m all worked up about it again and this stupid cup of fancy tea I’m drinking is sh*t. It’s one of those new fancy ones- I bought it when I was on my pregnant ‘I hate instant coffee’ plights. It was in a pretty hot pink box and smelt like berries and rainbows and unicorns. Got it home and tore open the box with delight….poured in my hot water and took a slurp of my very not-pink, more brownish, liquid. It tastes like poo! No berry-ish at all. Tried steeping it for longer, for shorter, in my pink poka0dot tea pot, with sugar, nope- it’s just plain sh*t. But my usual nighttime peppermint gives me ungodly indegestion so she will just have to do hfffmpf.

Anyway, I’m going to go and bully Andrew now about giving me my belly pics in a small format so I can put them up for y’all. You’ll be amazed!….so stay tuned. Will start adding them to the ‘beeeellllllyyyy!!!!!’ folder to the right.

Ohh ooooo oHhhhhh….. I want to know what you all think about Eric in True Blood this season-LOVE/HATE?? I luuuuurrrrvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee him to pieces but kinda feel like his new found ‘softness’ is a little, well, boring. Kinda want ol’ scary, mean, viking Eric back to come and bully Sooky in to his chambers hehee. *MmmMmmmmmmMMmm, Eerrrriccccccc*.

So I was donated a huge bag each of Lemons and Oranges this week!! I’m holding off on citrus with Rourke for a while to let his face clear up a bit so needed to do something with them all. The Lemons are Meyers, a great variety for making desserts (boo hoo) because they’re sooooo sweet, almost edible! I thought using them for a cordial would reduce the amount of sugar I would need to use. I do have a recipe for cordial but it uses a HUGE quantity of sugar as well as citric acid and epsom salts, but I figure it will get drunk so quick and also be kept in the fridge so I won’t worry about the preservative-y ingredients :0 Will I regret that later??

Now this came about on a Sunday night after a full weekend of cooking. I took advantage of feeling slightly better and cooked my little heart out… it’s been a looooooong time! Mostly for Rourke but Andrew was very happy to have a hearty meal or two, ha. Because I had already knocked out spaghetti, curried apple dahl, pumpkin soup, stewed cinnamon apples, pureed pears, patties and three salads (brown rice, cabbage and bean&pea, yum yum) I was a little slap dash when it came to the cordial prep (surprise surprise!!).

I also adlibbed with the sugar:juice ratio and a taste mid cook tasted great, a little bitter but I like that

My cordial:
1kg white sugar
~25 Meyer lemons
~20 Naval oranges

Put the rind and juice of all the fruit in a saucepan with the sugar.

Bring to a boil then reduce to a simmer until sugar has disolved and a syrupy consistency has been achieved.

Mine took about 1.5 hours from boiling point. Then I bottled it, without straining, coz I like having to chew the last mouthful, haha. Refridgerate! Serve chilled with water or soda-water, deeeelicious!

*Andrew had a sort of screwed up face when he tried it and added “I probably couldn’t drink a lot of it”. So in review I will use either 500g more sugar or no orange rind next time.

EASY PEASY. Great for morning tea with friends

In one foul swoop, approximately 60 seconds, Rourke slipped in to our room and carried out the following tasks:
-took the lid off my drink bottle and emptied the full 750ml on to the carpet
-peeled open a blister of Panadol (bad mothering, I know)
-tipped out everything in the bin under my desk
-jammed some knickers, a Xylophone donger and the lid from my drink bottle into my glass vase
-covered himself in the warm, melted wax of a creme-caramel candle from the windowsil (hoping there’s nothing wheat-y in it!)
-pulled every single tissue out of a brand new box!
-tore out all the pages in my cash receipt booklet
-unfolded my whole basket of recently folded washing (a.k.a.pushed it over!)
-and….tangled himself up in and disappeared to the back of our clothes rack!

HOW THE????????????????????????????????

This comes a day after he somehow got through the baby gate, opened the laundry door, got the detergent down off the washstand, opended the lid and absolutely covered himself, the laundry floor and all the piles of washing in it! MY EXPENSIVE, CHEMICAL FREE, COOSHI TOOSHI NAPPY DETERGENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thinking I better take him out for a walk (yes, the same principal applies for the baby as to the dog!).

Oh, and P.S. only 8 days till I’m 12 weeks pregnant!! Counting them down……. Praising the lord of elasticated pants and hot-chocolates

Also- a word of warning. Just discovered that the non-specific ‘natural flavours’ in Vaalia yoghurty most likely contain something either wheat/rye/barley/egg white based as after 2 days of not eating it Rourke’s face is clearing rapidly! I hate you Vaalia!!!! Why can’t all companies label their foods as well as Kettle Chips?? Yes you heard me right! They are so hot on labelling, makes finding suitable food so much easier. Just a pity that we don’t eat chips really :$ Xx.

Hiya everyone,
Well I’m really annoyed right now- my domain name expired yesterday and my registrar failed to notify me so now our business has NO email and NO freekin website!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Don’t need that stress right now.

Hmmff.
So I was a little proactive thismorning and actually cleaned the bathrooms! Andrew will think he’s walked in to the wrong house when he gets home tonight, hah Haven’t lifted a sponge since R’s party, so like 6 weeks…..eek. Andrew has been a doll and vacced almost every other day for me so doesn’t look too bad. And I’ve strategically not invited people over in those few weeks, except for the inlaws and gardening-grandmumma, but I do a sneaky ‘spray and wipe’ on the toilet just before they arrive and spray some cleaning spray about the place so it atleast smells like I’ve been doing something….. On a side note I totally have Mum to thank for keeping the washing pile moving- she gets through all my folding, hanging out wet clothes and dishes every Thursday… THANKS MA! Oh and Andrew of course- he’s been doing the folding, vaccing, dishes, night and early morning wakings as well as daddy-day-care for the last few weeks while I lay gingerly in bed or on the couch trying not to vomit. LOVE.
Ugh, R just woke up so I better hurry I’ve been up with him since 5 bloody am! I hate teething. He took the whole of last week to cut his first molar and after only 2 days of peace and quiet after it broke through and 12 hours sleep again, YAY, the opposite one started yesterday :$ We going LOKO!

Anyway, nothing else much has been happening. I’m really not finding the time to get to blogging tho… got a few vids that need snipping together but that’ll take me a few hours. Maybe I’ll just keep writing with photos for a while??

So I spat the dummy today with my cheapo nappies (well, Rourke’s nappies I should say!). I’ve soaked, bleached, double soaked, sundried, tumbledried, yelled at, soaked again, used 4 different detergents and they still have a tang! I hate them. I’ve bought a few new brands lately of overnight ones too, for $35 bucks a pop I might add, but he wakes with Eczema before midnight from wetness……so I give up! I give up on cloth overnight!

Are you happy all you Mia-critics out there!!!???!?! F* the planet- I’m using disposables at night! AND to add to that, I’m chucking out all my pocket nappies and going back to the good ol’ terry and cotton squares. I found some great quality pilchers this week and will be investing in a few asap. I did buy some cheapies months and months ago but they aren’t very leak proof… the old style PVC pilchers sweat badly and we end up with the same prob as above so this new plastic is much better. Not to mention cheaper than the fangdangle AOI’s and AI2 nappies I’ve tried and failed with. They all either take to long to dry, hold the stink, leak or don’t fit properly. The other pain in the bum is soaking- all of the newer nappies need to be dry pailed or else they degrade so you need to be doing a load of washing every 24 hours. Painfull! So here’s to wet-pailing and the old school nappy!! Waaa, call an ambulance. I know it’s self inflicted. AND for all you anti-cloth peeps out there…. yes I use water and detergent and electricity and kill the planet that way but in my mind landfill is way worse! And if all that still doesn’t bode well with you consider the financial aspect- I save $$$$$$$$$ by reusing cloth. Disposables are so damn expensive!

Ahhh…. I feel much better after that!

So to lift the mood I’ll poke a pic in of R and his first encounter with bubbles! Kel made him a little bubble kit this week and he LOVES them. Him and Bacon ran around trying to eat them

Gotta run to the bubs.
Be back hopefully soonish. Xx.

Well this is our attempt at Jam together after lessons from Gardening Grandmumma!

Also a bit of an update of yesterday- had my first antenatal appointment, yay! WCH is soooooo nice. I was a bit worried that Flinders had set my bar too high and that I would have to move house so I could go back there but even Andrew said “oooo, this is so nice isn’t it” while we were waiting. The staff were pleasant, the room was nice and it ‘felt’ great! I was asked to participate in a study of ‘healthy weight gain during pregnancy’ while we were waiting but alas, “your BMI is too low, you’re ineligible” she said, oh darn! (NOT!). I was surprised actually as I’ve already put on about 1.5-2kgs…. yowzers.

So I expressed my concerns about this pregnancy after the ordeal last time and also that I’m worried about not carrying to term with my abs in the state they’re in but she reassured me that with last time in mind they wouldn’t let me go more than 40+7 (a week over) and would do scans near the end to make sure bubs doesn’t go past the 4kg mark again. R was 4.14kg and broad shouldered which is why he got stuck! So I feel good about it. Not about the fact that I’ll probably be induced again *nooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO* but that I’ll know he’s/she’s not going to be too big. The only problem now is working out just how pregnant I am!?!?!?!???? Dates say 10+ weeks (but are sketchy as I’ve only had 4 p’s since having R that range from 28-35 days!). Scan says 8+ weeks. Midwife wasn’t to happy with the accuracy of the measurements (4mm) as the little bean was so small at the time. She says to go have another one ASAP to confirm it all as this time it will be super important to know exactly when bubs is supposed to come out. Ugh, another $150! Well at least I got a letter this week saying we’ve hit the Medicare safety net and will get a bit of compensation for the rest of the year….

I also put my name down for the Group Practice option of care where a midwife and her sidekick follow you right the way through and deliver you, with standard Midwifery care as a second option. I have more of a chance this time as Flinders only took 4 per month where as WCH run to capacity (I can’t remember exactly how many but it was in the 10′s), fingers crossed! I also said I want a student this time as long as I have the option to call it off if we don’t gel very well.

Everything is very exciting at the moment. A bit unnerving as I really want to get this first trimester out of the way so I can relax. Still feeling crook but HEAPS better since a training session on Wednesday with HippyNik. Was GREAT! I was scared about it as I’m sooooo tired, sickly and out of shape. But he was very accommodating and I loved it. Felt so energized afterwards and it inspired me to go for a walk last night even though I was almost in a coma of tiredness on the couch- it actually meant I was able to make dinner afterwards! Dunno if it helped with the morning sickness? And my mood- seems like it did and Andrew agreed (crazy, pregnant, monster Mia lives here!)! I did get very achy bits down low in my tummy and back the day after but today I feel amazing now! Bring on next Wednesday! And ever Rourke loved it- he got to play with the fitballs and do squats and lay on the mats with us. FANTASTIC! So here’s to becoming more flexible, toned and prepared for this pregnancy and impending birth!!!! *gulp*

On a final note- just to clarify it all as Mum is even confused (I’m sure she doesn’t listen most of the time!)…… Our GP asked if Rourke looked like the milkman as our chances of conceiving were very slim BECAUSE (Andrew will die if he finds out this is on the world wide web) his nuts are kept very warm with some veins, haha, and was told he’d likely need surgery to conceive). So they said not to expect another one! My ’1:1,000,000′ was more of a figure of speech, If I’ve already told you, but you get my drift: Very f*ing UNLIKELY! But tada…. it happened, and AGAIN!

So here’s to the next few weeks going smoothly! And for me finding some comfy and not horrendously ugly(slash)expensive maternity pants as my jeans just refuse to button up I did try on my ones from last time but they’re stretched to bugger after the blimp that was me wore them, ha. I tried Target this week but they only have 1 pair and they’re the same ones I bough last year- What The??? Get some variety would you! Maybe EBAY?? Yes, Ebay will do.
M, over and out Xx.

P.S. I’m sorry if any of what I write is repetitive, I’m also keeping a Belly Book Journal and the two meld in to one and other and I can’t remember what I wrote where??? Ah well, I’m sure you’ll forgive me!