3 Months old eeeeeeekkkkkkk.

Happy three months to my beautiful girl.. I cannot believe I have a three month old so soon and not a newborn anymore. A proper baby.

Adelita Evangeline you are adored by all of us and I am so in love with you my precious little doll. How I got a daughter I still don't know. I keep expecting someone to show up and claim that she is not mine.

Adelita you are smiling at us and cooing to us which I love. You can push up on your hands and look around you are quite the sitckybeak. You can also roll from front to back and like doing this you have a look of accomplishment on your face after you have rolled. You can look at your toys but are not quite ready to play with them. You love staring at your big brother in adoration following him around the room wherever he goes and he adores you too. He calls you darling and his Alita. You sleep pretty well although have recently discovered catnapping and so do this sometimes much to mummy's chagrin. You have most of your day sleeps in one of your slings which you do complain about getting in but once in you are in heaven. You spend the first part of the night in your bassinet and thn the next part of the night curled up in mummy's arms and attached to my boob. You love your milk and are a super feeder. You had a three month weigh in and now weigh 12 pd 9 which is so good. You are a big un. I think you will be a curvaceous beauty. There is still a debate about your hair colour I think it is dark brown but your daddy thinks it is auburn or stawberry, we will see. Your eyes though are most definitely blue. And you have very pretty long curled eyelashes. You love your flutterbug on your change table and chat and smile at it while getting changed which is cute. You also love to pull off my boob during a feed and flirt with me with those denim eyes or have a chat with me which I love.

I am mad about you my darling daughter and still cannot believe I have you my own little girl.

Photos soon.

If I were.......

Thanks Averil I love these sorts of things:

If I were a month I would be May

If I were a day of the week I would be Sunday

If I were a time of day I would be 7.30am

If I were a planet I would be Earth

If I were a sea animal I would be a mermaid (sorry Averil i did steal this one but i have always found myself drawn to mermaids)

If I were a direction I would be south

If I were a piece of furniture I would be a chaise lounge

If I were a liquid I would be a caramel latte

If I were a gemstone I would be an aquamarine

If I were a tree I would be an apple tree

If I were a tool I would be a spirit level

If I were a flower I would be a lily or tulip

If I were a kind of weather I would be a summer strorm

If I were a musical instrument I would be a singing voice

If I were a colour I would be purple or green

If I were an emotion I would be joy

If I were a fruit I would be an apple

If I were a sound I would be a baby's first coos

If I were an element I would be fire

If I were a car I would be a Mustang Fastback as my husband really desires one of these!

If I were a food I would be smoked salmon

If I were a place I would be a cool green valley

If I were a material I would be jersey cotton

If I were a taste I would be sweet and milky

If I were a scent I would be cool and fresh

If I were an animal I would be a black cat or a chipmunk cos of my cheeks

If I were an object I would be a DVD

If I were a body part I would be a mouth

If I were a facial expression I would be a toothy grin

If I were a pair of shoes I would be a pair of high heeled black and white t-bar mary janes.

One month old today.

Adelita is one month old today can you believe it! Please don't let the time go this fast every month.

Even though it has already been a month I am still in pain from the birth waaaaa. DH asked for some bedroom action about a week ago and I said "I am still bleeding, am still sore, have haemorrhoids and leaky huge boobs, still interested" he he he. Poor DH. He is very patient. I told him I would let him know how I felt after my 6 week post natal appointment, also see what the doctor says. My SPD has also flared up again after a very long walk last thursday to pick DS up from Kinder and then a couple of long shopping trips. I thought it had gone and would be gone by now. Anyway it is easier to manage without a big belly. Poor me. Nah I have this beautiful litt le girl to show for all the pain.

As for my little girl we had her 4 week check yesterday and she has gained 275grams and is now 4890grams or 10pd7 and 57cm long. So she is big but not the hugest weight gain in the world. The MCHN said most people expect babies born big to have huge weight gains but this is often not the case. Anyway she is beautiful and divine and I am in love with her little squishy nose and pushed in chin and roly poly thighs and sighs and grunts and her sofness. I did buy her some girly clothes and she has recieved some very girly clothes so is being dressed in a mixture of Dylan's old things and her new things. Oh how I love girl things. I have finished her nursery not that she is sleeping in it yet but it is all gorgeous and girly, but not too girly! When hubby has put up the blinds in there I will take a photo and post it.

Adelita loves sleeping in here ERGO sling that I got the infant insert for, I was going to use my Baba Sling for the first few months and then the ERGO but after using the baba a couple of times with her in it I realised it wasn't quite the right sling for our purposes plus she loves being upright and in the baba they lie down. So into the ergo she goes a couple of times a day and she falls asleep almost straight away. Our nights are going well too I wake as soon as she gets restless and starts grunting so she doesn't get a chance to cry, I have her all wrapped in a kiddopotamus wrap or a grobag wrap and I feed her still wrapped with no light on and I don't change her so she goes straight back to sleep, it is great why didn't I know how to do this with Dylan. I dread the day she leaves our room and into her cot and own room, have been thinking though maybe when that happens I might get hubby to take one side off the cot and do a sidecar type of thing with her so she is still in with me. Although our bedroom is quite small but it might work. She dislikes being away from me and being laid down in the pram the rocker etc. No smiles as yet but we are getting eye contact and some little noises, oh so cute.

Dylan is still struggling with the night time and going to sleep by himself and staying asleep by himself so he is needing hubby in with him to help him go to sleep and sometimes hubby goes in to help him go back to sleep or he comes into our bed. He had a lot change in the space of a small amount of time so I guess he is still getting used to it all. He calls our new place "new house" and our old place "home" so if you say "we are going home" you get told off and have to call it by the correct name, LOL.

Life as a mum of two is busy and hard but we are getting there.

Two weeks old already and thoughts of more babies!

During my pregnancy and immediately after Adelita's birth I told DH adamantly that I was done at two babies. The pregnancy was very hard due to the SPD which got worse as time went on and I also had terrible fluid retention and high blood pressure. The birth was also very hard not as hard as some people have it but hard enough for me and harder than Dylan's birth. All of this has turned me off my ideal of having three kids and so I have told DH I am done. He actually has witnesses to this too, my midwife Louise heard me saying it to him after the birth. He he. He wishes he had got it on video.

BUT....

Look at what my DH and I created!!!!!!!

How can I stop?

I told my darling friend A that I was having second thoughts about stopping at two and she has reminded me that the lovely newborn phase which is what Adelita is in only lasts about 4 weeks and if that was the reason for having more then it was a bit silly. And she is quite right. I am in love with the lovely gorgeous soft newborn stage Adelita is in and I know it will not last and if I had another baby their newborn phase would only last a short time too. I can uunderstand why Michelle Dugger keeps going back for more!!

BUT.........

Look what else my DH and I created!!!!!!!!!!!!

Surely I could make just one more of these?

Will give it a few years and see if I feel the same in a while. And of course if DH will be in agreeance.

The birth of Adelita Evangeline 7th of March, 2010.

Well as the title suggests my baby is finally here. She was born on Sunday the 7th of March this year at 10.58pm after a 15 hour drug free labour. She was born 3 days after her due date. And oh my goodness she is a she. She is beautiful and gorgeous and soft and lovely and I am absolutely besotted with her.

I had no inkling that Sunday was going to be her B day. I had had no show. I had been experiencing Braxton Hicks but these had been very infrequent, painless and I had been having them for weeks. I had had no pre labour anything so I really thought I was going to be having another very late baby as DS was 10 days late. I had had a midwife appointment on the Wednesday and I was measuring a week ahead as I had been for many weeks and baby was still on the brim and only 4/5 engaged. The midwife I had at that appointment Tammy had told me that she was working Friday night or Sunday morning and those were good times to give birth as she would be there, turns out I had her on the Sunday morning for a few hours. At the appointment she booked me in for a 41 week appointment the following wednesday and also for a Monday appointment when I would be 41w4d and that appointment would be for an ultrasound to check the fluid around bub, a CTG monitoring session and a stretch and sweep. I had hoped to avoid this especially the S&S. I was also advised that if nothing by 42 weeks I would be induced and would not be able to give birth in the birth centre. So going into labour naturally was a relief.

On the previous Monday we had moved into our new house. I did not do any of the moving but I did do some packing and some unpacking, probably too much. I had suddenly got my nesting bug and wanted to go with it. I had not been able to nest in the old place as we were packing it up and also there was no space for baby there anyway so I was doing it at the new place. I started with the kitchen, then DS' room, then our room and then finally the best bit the baby's room, aaaaah it was all set up and ready for our baby. The last thing that was done for it was DH setting up my beautiful new seed pod for our new baby to sleep in, he did this on the Friday in the nick of time. So I really think all of this packing, unpacking and nesting was helping bring this baby out into the world. I did none of the natural induction techniques that I used with Dylan it just happened. I had actually started using evening primrose oil at 38 weeks when we got the settlement date for our new place so I stopped using the EPO as I wanted to move in before baby arrived.

On the Sunday morning I awoke early, well earlier than normal with the urge to go to the toilet and I was in quite a bit of pain. So I got up and went to the toilet and then went again and then again. I suddenly thought this is how labour started with Dylan. Then I got worried about the possibility of being about to go into labour and the house being a bit untidy for my mother in law (who had to come over to mind Dylan) so I set about tidying up. At 8am pretty much on the dot I had my first contraction and I thought was that a contraction or another toilet pain? 10 minutes later I had another pain the same and I remembered what the midwife had said about bub being pretty much posterior and not to slouch about on the couch but to bend forward to get bubs into a better position so I leaned forward over the bench through that contraction. Then I thought I had better go and tell DH that I was possibly in labour but that he should sleep for a little while longer. In the meantime DS had gotten up and so I made him breakfast and had a little myself. I finished all of my tidying and then went to tell DH that yes it was labour and the contractions were 10 minutes apart. I was using the bench to lean over and was rocking my hips a bit to help with the pain which was not too bad at this stage. Hubby got up and I went and had a shower. I asked him to call his mum and sort out what we were doing with DS. They decided that it would be better if we dropped him at their house to stay. So we quickly packed up a bag of stuff for him and then I called the birth centre.

It was now after 9am and the contractions were 5 minutes apart and were lasting 60-90 seconds. I called the birth centre I talked to Donna and told her I was in labour, she asked me a bunch of questions and heard me experience a contraction and told me to breathe through it, and then asked me what I would like to do and I said "Ah come in to hospital!" and so off we went. I think at this stage I thought it was going to be a quick labour and was excited it would be over soon, my labour with DS had been 21.5 hours which is quite long! We realised we had no petrol so stopped for petrol and just like when I was in the car in labour with DS I was totally paranoid that every other driver would know that I was in labour, in fact while DH was paying for the petrol him and the attendant both looked at the car at the same time and laughed and I was convinced the petrol station attendant knew I was in labour and DH was telling him I was. In reality they were talking about the terrible storms that Melbourne had experienced the day before, LOL, what a kook I am! We dropped DS at his grandparents and MIL ran out to the car to get stuff and later on told me she couldn't look at me. But she did provide me with a plastic bag and a towel as I had told DH I felt really nauseous. I couldn't get out of the car so DS had to say goodbye to me while I was still in the car. As he went inside I had a few tears that ours and his life was about to dramatically change. DH took only a couple of minutes to settle DS and then we were off again. I was timing the contractions using the stopwatch on my mobile and writing the times and duration down on a notepad. The contractions were ranging from between 5 and 3 minutes between them and between 90 -110 seconds by this stage. I was using distraction techniques and breathing to get through them.

We finally arrived at the hospital about 11.30 and had to go up to level 5 to the birth centre, in the lift there were people discussing which floor they had to go to and it was decided it was floor 5 to visit a new baby. I told them I was going to floor 5 too to have a new baby. They asked if I was ok/scared/etc and I told I had done it all before. We made it to the birth centre and Donna met us at the door and took us straight to a lovely homely room and told us to settle in and that she would be back shortly. She came back and told us she had to monitor me to see what was happening with me and with bub and she asked lots of questions. DH in the meantime went down and moved the car and got my bags. During the monitoring process it was discovered that I had high blood pressure I think it was 150 over 100 which is quite high. I had had high blood pressure at various points during the pregnancy but never the other symptoms for pre eclampsia. So due to my high BP I then had to be strapped up to a monitor and had to have a blood test and had to do a urine sample which I could not do (and I tried for hours!). When they finally got urine out of me (via a catheter) it did show protein in there so I was stuck with three things attached to me.

I found standing either on the floor in the room and rocking, or in the shower and either banging on the walls (yes I did read Birth Skills by Juju Sundin) or just feeling the cool tiles on my feet and hands and face really helped during the contractions so I kept doing this for the first few hours. Also just either swaying, rotating my hips or rocking really helped. Donna had handed over to Tammy which was ace because I had had her for 5 of my midwife appointments. She basically sat outside the shower on fit ball doing paperwork and keeping an eye on the monitor and once in a while would ask me if I was ok. She sort of left me to do my thing in there. Oh and by the way when I say I was in the shower I was just using it as a room I did not have the water on. Sadly I only had Tammy for a few hours before she had to go home and she handed over to George.

George kind of annoyed me because as soon as he came in he asked me to come out of the shower and into the room. I think he thought I was just in there using the toilet and did not realise I was actually using the room as a zone. So he would ask me to come out and I would and then I would wander back this happened a few times during his 'shift". George would help me to breathe by breathing with me and telling me to slow down my breathing that kind of annoyed me too. After a few hours George told me that the policy of the hospital was to do an internal after you had been there 5 hours so it must had been about 4.30pm by this stage or around about that time. I very reluctantly agreed and had to relinquish my standing position and lie flat on the bed. It was excruciating and I was only 4 or 5 centimetres, sigh, so much for my quick labour! I had to endure a few more internals throughout and they just got worse and worse.

Now you are all probably wondering what DH was doing through all of this. He was reading the paper, doing the crossword, sitting still and quiet. Doing everything the midwives asked of him, giving me sips of water, and so on. He remembers what I was like during DS' labour and wanted to stay out of my way. Basically he knew I wanted to do my own thing and not be disturbed. It was important for him to be there but to not be a very active member of the labour experience. A few times during the labour I would smile at him or talk to him but basically I was in a zone and there I stayed. We think the midwives thought it was odd that he wasn't a very active birth partner but that is the way I wanted it.

George kept at me to do a wee as they needed to check for protein (which I did have) and I tried and I tried and I tell you it was so painful getting down on that toilet and everything would just close up and i could never do it. He got one out of my finally with a catheter as he thought that by having a full bladder the head was not descending. Sadly that made no difference. The 8 or so hours I had George are kind of a blur about when things happened. I know he did at least two more excruciating internals and didn't think the progression of my labour was fast enough as it kind of seemed to be stopping and starting. For a couple of hours I would get the uncontrollable urge to push but it would only be about one in every four contractions. George would sometimes tell me to go with it and sometimes ask that I breathe through them. He tried me in all sorts of positions to get things moving like leaning over a birth ball on the bed, standing, lying propped up on a beanbag, on a birthing stool and on my left side where he would lift my right leg and get me to push. During my second internal he found I was 8-9cm dilated and during the next one I was 9 but half the cervix lip was still there. He tried to move it OMG owwwwwww but it wouldn't budge. He then decided to get a doctor in to check and see whether they thought I needed Oxytocin to speed things up. At this point I had had enough and had a cry and asked him if that would mean I would have to move out of the birth centre and into the labour ward and if the answer was yes could I have drugs or was it too late! He asked me what drugs I wanted and that it was not too late. "EPIDURAL!!!!!!" was my reply. Sadly it seemed my intervention free, natural, drug free, lovely birth was becoming out of reach for me. But at that point I was over it and the contractions were just so bad (a lot in my back due to her position) that I didn't care I just wanted the pain gone. When the doctor came and did yet another excruciating internal she decided that all was ok and I could keep going the way I was going and would not need the Oxytocin, yay but not yay as no Epidural but drug free birth which I appreciate now. The doctor actually managed to move the cervix lip and broke my waters and I was nearly there. They also discovered bub had not moved into the ideal position of left but was still on my right side. Getting me leaning forward was supposed to help this.

As darkness approached we had another handover of staff and my new midwife was the amazing Louise, who was the midwife I saw for my very first appointment, she was motherly, more experienced and just lovely! I am so grateful I had her for the last stage of this birth experience. She got the details of everything from George and set about making me comfortable and DH comfy (actually offered him a coffee 10 hours after we got there, poor fella didn't eat for over 30 hours!), and set about getting my baby out. I think her shift started about 9pm ish! Louise set me up on the bed with a bean bag and many pillows including my own from home behind me which was ace because I was very tired by this stage, I think I had been in active labour for 12 hours or so. So I lay there while she prepared things and talked to DH and the whole involuntary pushing thing started again and was happening more often which was good. She offered me the gas which had not really been done earlier and I decided to give it a go (I did use it for Dylan and it helped) but after trying it through 2 contractions I was so violently ill that I had to have a shot of Maxalon. After about an hour of this she suggested I get on the toilet for a wee. I politely said "Thanks but no thanks" as I thought it would hurt too much. But Louise was insistent and got me off the bed and onto the toilet with DH's help. Aaaaahhhh that actually felt good and after my wee the baby's head started finally coming down and then my involuntary pushing suddenly got very intense and my contractions seemed to stop and I could feel the beginning of her head crowning, finally something was happening. Louise knew she had to get me off the toilet but I was refusing. She called another midwife and DH in to help get me off and standing over a mat. A few more pushes and Louise was telling me where the baby's head was at, "I can see the forehead, I can see the eyebrows, I can see the eyes, I can see the nose." When I got to the chin it also all goes a bit blurry, the two midwives got me down on all fours which I was also reluctant to do. Then I think when they could see bubs chin or the top of the chin that is when they realised there was a problem and Louise pushed the EMERGENCY button. At this point 3 more midwives and two doctors rushed in within seconds and they got me on my back on the floor, and the doctors got her out very dramatically, very painfully, but suddenly I felt a sucking and a pulling and baby was out and on me. Very warm, very wet and crying looking at me. I lifted bubs up and saw that she was a girl and said "Oh my god its a girl, a girl!"

Basically she had Shoulder Dystocia and was stuck by her right shoulder. Louise knew by the fact that the chin was not coming out that she needed help getting out. Had they realised earlier before she had started descending through the birth canal I may have ended up having a C-section. I think it was severe shoulder dystocia because the doctor later said her shoulder was stuck behind my pelvis. Anyway they got her out and I was elated. DH started taking photos and the room started clearing out, the staff were all saying "Congratulations" to us which was lovely. I had specifically asked for immediate skin to skin contact which I did not have with DS so Louise pulled back my nightie and got her onto my skin. Aaaahhhh. All I could do was stare at her and tell DH "That is it, this is the last one!!!!" LOL. Louise told me I looked so much better and so relieved and happy. That I was. She was out it was over. Niether of us wanted to cut the cord so Louise did it. I had an assisted third stage with the injection in the thigh and Louise pushing on my womb, I think she decided it was taking too long so assisted my placenta out herself.

Louise had a good look at my bits and decided I probably needed stitches and was not 100% comfortable doing them herself so called in a doctor to have a look. I had two doctors give their opinions on the 'area' and it was concluded that I did need stitches. The handsome young male doctor did the sutures and it took ages. Luckily I had local anaesthetic but it still was very tender. In the doctors words "It's just like a patchwork quilt" eeeekkkk I hate to imagine what it looks like down there. I had to have my legs in stirrups and of course had been helped up onto the bed by this stage as I had birthed her on the floor. While I was being stitched up DH had a lovely long hold of darling Adelita and she just couldn't keep her eyes off him, and he could not keep his eyes off her. He actually teared up which is so beautiful and one of the things I adore about my DH.

I found the whole experience very difficult and hard especially trying to have an active labour while being hooked up to 3 monitors. The worst one was the heart monitor for me which was attached to my finger it was just so distracting. I would get into a zone and then would lose it as the cords would stop me from doing whatever it was that was helping. I didn't get to have my water birth which is sad but oh well can't be helped, even if I had asked for one I wouldn't have been able to due to the monitoring and actually it would not have helped her come out so probably for the best that I didn't get in the bath. I also didn't use my heat pack nor my stress balls a la Juju Sundin they never came out of the bag.

After being stitched up Adelita was passed back to me and Louise helped her attach and we had our first feed together which was so nice she fed for so long. During this I got to eat which was heaven and DH had made me a lovely cup of milky sugary tea, bliss. As he had not eaten for so long and had to drive home anyway and as it was so late we decided DH should go home before I was taken to my room so I spent some time staring at my baby girl and bonding with her. Then Louise got all of my bathroom stuff out of my bag along with my jammies and helped me off the bed to have a shower and use the toilet but when I got into the bathroom I got a wave of dizziness and my hearing went (as I had lost quite a lot of blood) so Louise helped me back to the bed and gave me a bed bath, and I cleaned my teeth and got into my PJs. Then it was off to the ward for us (me in a wheelchair, Adelita in a little cot all wrapped up and in a tiny hospital gown) there she was weighed and measured and given her Hep B and Vitamin K shots. The midwives were all guessing how big she was and kept saying "She's a big one." I knew she was big, or that she was going to be big I could tell by how big I was and by how much pain I was in during the last few weeks. They were guessing 4.5, 4.6, he he. She was actually 4365grams (9 pound 6) and 53.5cm long, whoa how did I produce something that big and birth her naturally. DS was 3.9kg and 51.5cm long and was 7 days later than Adelita. And DH and I are not the largest people in the world. But both sides of the family just seem to produce big babies. None under 8 pound. Anyway I said goodbye to Louise and she gave me a kiss and a cuddle and we were settled into our room and I attempted to sleep, and couldn't.

We stayed in hospital for three nights as she and I had temps and she was also a bit jaundiced but that is all fine now. As we were public I was sharing with three other women and coincidentally the woman next to me is married to a guy I used to work with and she had a little boy the same day I had Adelita so we have exchanged numbers and will hopefully stay in touch.

Adelita is now just over a week old and thriving. She is 120 grams above her birth weight and loves her boobie. We have had no feeding issues so far apart from a couple of grazes on my nipples the first few days but they are all cleared up now. She is a great sleeper so far too but it is still early days things could change.

We are all in love with our little Adelita and I still can't believe I have a baby girl. She is so beautiful!

Almost there!

39 weeks on Thursday and I am feeling every pound of this big boofa baby.

I have SPD, cankles, feeling hot all the time and having trouble sleeping, waaaaa. Well all good practice for when this little one decides to make his or her appearance in this world. I must admit I am looking forward to interrupted sleep from a newborn as opposed to interrupted sleep from pains in the night.

On top of being almost 39 weeks and all of my physical issues (it is my body's way of telling me I am getting too old for this) we are moving into a new place in the next week. It was pruchased on the 23rd of December and settlement was supposed to be on the 5th of Feb which gave me a month to unpack and nest. Unfortunately the dude that built the unit did not do everything properly when subdivising leavinbg us with a settlement date of tomorrow, eeeeeekkkkkkk. Oh well the move still must go on. My husband is doing most of it but I have been helping. I just can't wait to get in there and start nesting. Oh and did I mention it is brand new with air con and an ensuite and a lovely big kitchen and myown laundry and 3 bedrooms and a backyard albeit small but our own backyard nonetheless.

Let me give you a visual of what we currently live in:
Two bedroom upstairs flat
Old unrenovated
Dirty falling apart
Shag carpet was once white now greyish
Kitchen the size of a small bathroom
Bathroom the size of a broom cupboard
Shared backyard which is ok as Dylan has a friend downstairs
Shared laundry downstairs

I must admit though I have loved living here it has been a real era of my life as I have lived in this flat for 13 years. I moved in here at 22 by myself with nothing not even a fridge I had a bed a couch and my teenage bedroom furniture. I then acquired a roomy the lovely Anna (who is still my dear friend) and a table and a fridge. Then I acquired Mark when Anna moved out and that was cool asd he is a sweetheart and gay. Then I got Loren who was here for 18 months and she was cool too. Then the psycho Kristy but I will save that story for another day she stayed 3 months and then I kicked her out. Then Seona moved in, she had always wanted to live in this flat ever since she saw it and then finally she was able to, she is a friend from the street I grew up in. Then sadly for Seona she introduced me to the husband and so then he moved in and she moved out. And he has been here for 8 years, poor him.

So many things have happened in this flat. I finished my degree here. We conceived three children here (one in our hearts, one STILL in utero). Many life changing decisions have been made here. A few parties. Friendships made and broken. Hearts broken (mine). Lots of fun. Lots of music and movies. Lots of playing (with Dylan). Just lots. It is sad to leave but as there is no room left at the inn we must move.

So off we go to the BURBS!

Come on baby almost ready now.

32 weeks and hotter than hot....not hawt though!

It is far too hot for my liking. 35 yesterday 34 today 33 tomorrow 41 monday and so on I hate Melbourne summer, especially while pregnant. Eeeekkk waaaaa and sheesh.

I am now 32 weeks and feeling every inch the heifer that I have become. I am waddling mostly due to the SPD I have, sweating especially on my upper lip (noice), grumpy, have huge mammaries and so on. This second journey through pregnancy has turned me off another one pretty thoroughly. I don't feel glowy or maternal just hot and fat. Oh well.

Baby is quite active and was head down at last midwife appointment hope it stays that way and gets out early although as Dylan was born at 41w3d I do not have high hopes for an early eviction.

I am finishing work in two weeks on the 25th of Jan yay so that is something to look forward to and then we are moving so I will be packing labelling sorting and culling. My mum bought a brand new unit and we are going to live in it and pay her a little rent ha. Yay for us. Eventually we will buy our own place but we cannot afford it right now. Although the unit is way out of town it is brand new and has 3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms 2 living areas laundry air conditioner a pretty fabbo kitchen a garage and a small yard for Dylan, a step up from our very old upstairs run down falling apart hot stinky 2 bedroom 1 bathroom 1 living area shared downstairs laundry shared backyard no garage or carport yucky flat. Hooray. Jimmie is not 100% happy with the location but he is willing to give it a go and the promise of a new car and an uncluttered home has made him a bit more happy and excited. I think I will be happier there too. I will be closer to mum and two of my close girlfriends who both have a daughter close to Dylan's age and one of whom has just had a new bub and one who is due to have new bub 12 weeks after me so we will all be on mat lave together yay. So I am hoping to be able to see both of them more often.

I have been preparing a little for bub's arrival with packing the baby bag and starting my hospital bag. My mum bought us a bassinet and I have booked a capsule. Can't really do a lot else for bubs until we move. I do want to start preparing myself for birth though, I am going to reread Birth Skills and am supposed to practice my deep breathing and relaxation. I am hoping to have a water birth but will just go with the flow on the day and so whatever I feel like doing at the time. As I am having a birth centre birth there are no decisions to be made re pain relief as there is none, I will use the gas if need be and try to be active but hoping that if I get in the bath that will help. Knowing my luck there will be someone else using it when I want to.

Apart from that I am too hot to do anything today so will probably hang on the couch and do not much else. Hoping Jimmie will want to play with Dylan and I can relax how lazy.