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!

Sunday, 8 December 2013

Family photos

Hey baby!

Not a lot to say today, I'm feeling very pregnant, round, large, tired and my feet are swollen. Not a good look, so I'll quickly post some pretty pictures from our shoot and run.

You'll see Pepsi the pooch in the pictures. He's your big brother. No, it makes no difference that he's furry and has four legs. Watch out for your cookies or he'll take them from you. 

Photo credits: Tatiana Resende Photography

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Week 37 - Watermelon baby

Hey baby!

You are now the size of a leek and the weight of a small watermelon, I can feel it all on my lower back. Also, you're all cooked up and done at 37 weeks, just gaining some weight and chilling in the womb from now on.

This is how we look from the outside, from a lovely photoshoot done on Tuesday at the Ashburton Domain with Tatiana. I've always dreamt of taking this photos and having a visual record of the pregnancy. She was kind enough to help us and the result was way beyond what I expected!

Daddy and I have been in a sort of frenzy, getting things done, cars washed, Christmas things sorted, instructions given, bags packed, rooms ready, meals freezed. At 37 weeks, you can come knocking anytime. It's probably the scariest moment of our lives, in true honesty.

Actually, if someone else asks me "So, are you excited?!", I might smack them on the back of the head.

I am terrified. Of course I'm excited, that's a given. But mostly terrified. Scared out of my mind. How can someone not be?? Lives are changing, what we know, what we do, who we are, all of that will fly out the window doing somersaults with the code-phrase "Honey, I think it's time.".
It feels like we're watching a movie that will suddenly be cut off and we're just waiting for that moment when the screen goes blank with a screeching sound. We won't know the ending and something else we never heard of is about to start. It could be a comedy, a drama or a horror movie.

I've never met the people that will come out of the hospital, this new cast - Mommy, Daddy and Ollie. There's also heaps of new characters too: grandmas, grandpas, aunties, auncles. I hope they're all nice, patient, loving, creative and smart.

The next couple of weeks will be insane, I hope I remember to write, but hey, at least summer is here and we can bask in sunshine and hope for wondrous things.

What I'm obsessesd about watching: Scandal on wednesday nights. OMG it's bad, it's good, the coats, the dresses, the side-dish. I hate politics, but wow.