What is this?

This is a very long, open and public letter to Baby Bean McGyver, the little boy curently residing in my belly, to be evicted in December, likely during Christmas dinner.

I promise to back everything up in print to read to him during the sleepless nights. Oh, and in case you are wondering, the title did come from a horribly catchy Gwen Stefani song that is always stuck in my jukebox brain.

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. Thanks for stopping by!

Friday, 18 October 2013

Week 30 - Cabbage Baby

Hey baby!

Week 30. Oh God. Are you sure?? That "3" in front just makes everything so.....urgent. Like I'll barely have time to blink and you'll be here, blinking back at me with sleepy crying eyes. Bright side: we got you a swing, very cute, plays music and all.

I just came from an appointment with Hannah and she says we are fine, but my blood tests showed a lack of iron which will be corrected with tablets. She measured you (30cm, spot on as it should be) and found out your position. Right now, your head is buried somewhere in my insides and your bum is sticking out the top of my belly, with the legs on the right hand side. It's actually funny, because there's an old saying in Brazil that says that when you're born with "your bum facing the Moon" like that, it means you'll be lucky in life! So keep up, bottoms up!

And also right now, I am wearing short shorts! (last year's shorts still fit perfectly, score!). Which means the temperature outside has gone over 22 degrees. Which means it's so nice and hot! Which means summer is coming and I'm very close to jumping with joy. The cold makes me very uncomfortable (and it's been around since March!) and the arrival of hot sunny days is a cause for celebration! I can't wait to wear long flowing dresses over the growing bump and to have some color on my skin.

You know what else deserves an international holiday? In a couple of days, your grandparents will celebrate their 35th wedding anniversary. 35 years of being together through thick and thin, of raising two children and now with the first grandchild on the way. We are all blessed to be a fruit of their love and devotion to each other and I give thanks everyday to be a part of their love story.

Oh, did I mention you have an email account? Well you do. I know, I have issues. Mostly I have username issues: I could not bear to think that in some 12-odd-years, you were going to end up with a horrible username because your own name was taken. So I got that taken care of, and your email is oliver.m.macario@gmail.com. You can thank me later. (*Friends and relatives are more than welcome to send baby Oliver a note, message or long description of life outside the womb*)!

We have a busy few days ahead and next week Daddy and I are going to Hanmer for a break and to celebrate my own 30th birthday, but we can cover the awesomeness of Mum in a next post, right?

What I'm loving oh so much: Whittaker's Milk Strawberry Chocolate. Not only it's the most delicious chocolate ever, but some of the proceeds of sale go to Breast Cancer research, as October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Fingers crossed they don't stop making it after the month is up.


  1. Hey Maria, Great posts. Must say i'm with you on the whittakers chocolate. It is really good. Glad to hear all is going well with you, Gordo and bubs. Hope to catch up soon and hope your escape to Hanmer is relaxing and peaceful.

  2. Beautiful blog Maria. Not long and baby Oliver will be born into a big world with family and friends from all over it who adore him. Bless his little heart. Xx Donna