Wednesday, November 17, 2010

7 weeks to go!

I'm definitely feeling every bit of my 32 weeks pregnant! With the weather getting hotter, it's getting more uncomfortable. We certainly didn't plan for this bub to be incubating at this time of the year! You think I would've learnt from my pregnancy with Emily at the exact same time of the year 3 years ago. But, conveniently, I forget a lot of how it was with her. I think that is mostly due to her delivery (emergency c-section under general anaesthetic) being etched in my mind forever, kind of overshadowing the nine months previous. That is the precise reason that this time around, we have opted to go for a planned caesarean at 39 weeks.

I'm actually really enjoying this pregnancy, feeling pretty good most of the time. I also love the fact that I get to see bub every four weeks at my obstetrician appointments, which is something I didn't have with Emily (I just went through the midwife clinic).

The closer I get the more freaked out I'm getting. Not because of her impending arrival, but because we have next to nothing organised for her! I'm sure hubby thinks everything will just organise itself, but I know who'll end up doing it all!

I suppose being the second child, there isn't really that much to do, seeing as we already have ALMOST everything we need. But that doesn't stop me from stressing about what needs to be cleaned or moved or what not!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Oh sleep, how do I love thee?

Hmmm, I haven't posted for a week. Maybe my life is boring after all! Either that or E is not being very amusing. Yeah, let's go with that!

I'm having issues with her waking during the night and coming into our bed. As you can imagine it's getting rather uncomfortable trying to share a bed with hubby (read - bed hog), an ever expanding belly and a restless toddler. Although I must say I'm rather proud of myself for being able to drag myself out of bed to put her back into her own.

As I'm typing this I'm thinking of the reasons I'm getting when she comes in at 4am. I can't find my dummy and my legs hurt seem to stand out, oh and, I need milk. So, the dummy has to go first of all, right? Legs hurting, could this be growing pains? I usually get her back into her bed and give them a rub, trying not to fall back asleep in the process. And the milk thing, well, I'm well aware of the whole tooth decay warnings about putting them to bed with a bottle, so she gets water. Usually a non spill drink bottle, then she drifts back off to sleep with minimal fuss, most of the time.

I should be thankful that she goes back to sleep so easily right? I just wish it were that easy for me! I usually end up laying there for another hour or so wide eyed! Then I feel like rubbish the next morning from the broken sleep. Hmm, note to self, make the most of what you're getting, because in about 9 weeks you'll be lucky to get any!!

Anybody else have any toddler sleep issues or tips?

Monday, November 1, 2010

Naughty Mummy!

Ok, so I'm not the biggest potty mouth, but occasionally (alright, maybe a bit more than that) I let some less than ladylike words slip. Well, the problem is now, with an attentive, almost three year old nearly always attached to one limb or another, how to:
a) stop saying the swear words and,
b) encourage her NOT to repeat any of them!

Case in point. I was sitting at our dining room table this afternoon chatting away to my husband. Emily comes over with a pair of her dads ear muffs (you know, the industrial type ones?) Anyway she says, "Mummy you put them on." So, while trying to carry on the conversation and appease my daughter at the same time, I go to put them on. Well, my fingers slipped off one side and they clapped shut. Right across my nose.

The words that then came out of my mouth were just a fragment of a curse, I exclaimed "Son of a....!"
Then, without even skipping a beat, this gorgeous little princess in front of me so kindly finishes my sentence for me! Well! As I looked at my husband through the tears in my eyes, it was hard to tell whether they were from the pain of just whacking myself in the face, or from laughter at what Emily had just said.

So, while trying to disguise my laughter as pain, all I could think to say was, "that's naughty, don't say that."

Somehow I don't think she believed me.

(It wasn't until a little while later that I realised that I must say that particular curse quite a bit, for her to know exactly what I was going to say! Umm-maaa!)

Now, how do you tell a toddler that she shouldn't say these words when she's just heard mummy (or daddy) say it?