{Posted 1 week late lol} I have started so many posts in the last three weeks, trying to convey the wonder of our new baby or the little hardships of life with a newborn…..but they all remain as drafts. There are now so few hours …
A couple of weeks ago I popped into the city to visit the Auckland Art & Craft Fair {the next one is 30/11/2013} held at the Aotea Centre. Entry was a gold coin donation and this event was well worth trying to squeeze my big truck …
Everything is measured in 2 hour increments in our house at the moment. Life revolves around our sweet little alarm clock who is always hungry and not too fond of sleeping {or of me putting him down}.
I had forgotten how long it can take to get anything done with a new baby in the house as previously simple tasks such as vacuuming can now span multi-feeding/napping cycles. It’s 12.53pm, Nixon is eating and I’ve been trying to get in the shower since 8.30am. My last window of opportunity was stolen by a rain shower forcing me to rush out and move the washing from the big line to the covered one. At least the washing got hung out right?
I am tired. I just about hit the wall yesterday afternoon and remembered to do that thing that everyone tells you to do before baby is born – sleep when baby sleeps. I had not allowed myself this luxury yet, not once. Nix and I napped and woke up to to super happy Dave and Ethan. They had been to the pub to get a special ‘Spider’ icecream soda to celebrate Ethan’s selection in his clubs Rep rugby team and had together cooked the most amazing dinner of shrimp risotto and gurnard. It was delish, and just what I needed.
This afternoon we are Leaving The House. For the first time. Dave is at the office today and E has a make-up swimming lesson. I’m pretty darn excited to tell you the truth!
What an amazing, {traumatic}, and very wonderful 10 days our family has had. Baby Hippo finally arrived and we named him Nixon. We are all so in love with him, it’s hard to believe we could be so lucky. After 5 days in hospital I …
To console myself over missing out on Fleetwood Mac tickets I have had this cover of Rhiannon on heavy repeat. Love it, Best Coast have done an amazing job with this. Give it a spin.
All the people with all of the places to go have left. Dave has gone to his new office on the second day of his new contract, Mum has gone to work, E has gone to school – excited about the Matinee performance of the Operetta in which he has a starring role!
I’m still pregnant. About to start my daily routine of cooking dinner, cleaning the house, yelling at the dogs, cursing my girth and seeing as it’s Tuesday I will visit my midwife. Again.
Yes, it’s a bit of a pity party around these parts today, I’m so tired from carrying this gigantic bump around but I can’t sleep. I dread bedtime with a passion as I have to roll from side to side quite frequently and I really need a chain & tackle system hanging from the roof to complete this awkward shift with ease. It’s a miracle Dave hasn’t been bounced out of bed yet.
Nothing works to get a baby out that doesn’t want to come out people. I have given up on all of your remedies, expensive natural therapies and suggestions, because the kid doesn’t care. The only comforting thought is that there is an end date, I just don’t know when that day is. Every day I am one day closer. I feel shit complaining, I’ve had an easy pregnancy, had only two sick days off work in 38 weeks and have enjoyed this second go around for the most part. At this point it’s just the physicality of actually carrying this baby around that’s getting me down.
And I’m done.
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