#2490 Sharing the bump, and pregnancy musings

One of the great perks of being pregnant is sharing the news that you are. πŸ₯°

It was great when in August we broke the news to our family and friends at baby girl’s and mine birthday party. Nothing quite beats the excited cries and squeals you get from loved ones as they run up to you.

It’s happiness, it’s shock, it’s excitement. It happened weeks before that with our own immediate families, telling my parents and sister’s fam, and then my MIL.

Being there to see their faces, is something else. Maybe that’s part of the reason why we haven’t done the whole social media reveal… the people who I genuinely care about and want to know our news, well most of them have found out face-to-face, or at the very least, phone-to-phone.

There are still those who are tinkering on through and discovering. Many people are starting to see photos of me on facebook sporting the bump, and so some congrats and messages are coming through…

But what about work? What happens when you work remotely?

I told my boss after our big reveal. He was the only one that knew, until today. It’s hard you know… there’s no kitchen, water cooler talk. Back in my old job, our inter-dependent departments shared information as well as gossip, and I would be standing in the kitchen making a cheese and tuna toastie when someone would go “hey, when are you due?”

All they see is my face here, once a week, and even then sometimes I miss the weekly meeting altogether.

I had feedback on a recent training session this morning, and talk turned to this new stuff we were learning, with this guy from another department. The conversation moved to that area, naturally, when he asked me if I was still enjoying what I was doing…

It’s not a matter so much of what I enjoy. I mean, I do enjoy my job. At the moment, it’s more about, what role will I perform, can I perform, when I want to come back from maternity leave?

So I told him. It was funny, because I was quite serious, going well, “my personal circumstances have changed in my life” before adding the clincher – “I’m expecting my second child.”

OH MAN! For a guy (no insult, hear me out) he was ecstatic for me. He doesn’t have kids of his own, but he was so, so happy, absolutely floored, shocked, excited, and kept saying, “what a beautiful thing, you have life!”

It was great to see, even if via a Teams chat, lol, and extremely refreshing for a guy.

I’ve had so many guys act awkwardly. (You know, even some girls!) Some of these people are relations, and they’ve made no congrats to us at all, only making some kind of joking remark that I’ve eaten too much lately. πŸ™„πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

Others are weird in another way. My pregnancy is not a secret anymore, and yet again (women) get weird about not finding out from my mouth that I am expecting. I’ve had them outright ask details, when are you due, how are you feeling… no congrats. Like none, AT ALL. It’s like they’re offended that I didn’t take them by the hand and sit them down to tell them that I was expecting. The fact that they found out from a cousin, aunty, friend, means they will not say any congrats.

It’s just sooo weird.

I’ve spoken about the guy-pregnancy thing to Hubbie. “What do you do when someone is pregnant? Do you react? Do you say congrats?”

He admits, it can be weird. Firstly, he thinks guys will NEVER ask or assume, just because, it is weird to comment on a woman’s body by asking if she’s expecting. (So what about that family member that joked I ate too much? πŸ˜…)

What if they’ve told you? Well then congrats is expected, he says. But unless he knows the person well, he probably wouldn’t go there.

You know what I think it is? It’s what men don’t understand. They don’t get it, they don’t live it, and therefore they’re terrified to go there and comment. Instead of congrats, they bark out questions: when are you due, what are you having? That’s the extent of it.

Also, if there’s blood running between the two of you, your bump is physical acknowledgement that you’ve had sex and are now growing a baby! I know, I know, it’s so juvenile. But I sooo believe there’s a subconscious thing at play here, that makes them IMMEDIATELY uncomfortable.

So anyway. You can see why I was so touched and impressed by this work dudes super excited display. After a lengthy and very informative chat, I went back to work, only to soon get another message from another fellow dude colleague…

He had been told my exciting news by the other guy. And he was reaching out, because he and his partner were expecting their second child too!

What an interesting turn of events. πŸ₯° I had two male work colleagues completely turn the tables on what I had become used to receiving from guys, and were super congratulatory about this exciting life event.

It’s really nice, about 6 months in, to still see people getting excited. I’m kinda hoping no one else finds out, just so I can walk into the Christmas party and blow everyone’s work socks off. 🀣

On a different pregnancy aside… I’ve just realised something. No proof, only myself as evidence really. I was telling baby girl tonight how I started her solids using sweet potato, or potato I think… I received sage advice not to start her on sweet foods, the reason being is that is all they will then eat! I was saying this tonight, reminding myself to do the same with baby…

And now as I have a late snack, eating some yoghurt, it hit me.

Yoghurt. Savoury.

I remember my Mum telling me she fattened me up as a baby on sour cream and bread. 🀣 It may seem weird but you gotta try it, it’s delicious.

And there is it, the realisation! I generally love savoury, because look what I was wolfing down as a baby/toddler!

Ahh, pregnancy musings. Love it. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ€°πŸ€°

#2489 The excess walk

So much excess this weekend.

Excess food. πŸ•

Excess cake. πŸŽ‚

Excess standing. πŸ§β€β™€οΈ

Excess baby kicking! 🀰

Excess heartburn last night… ALL night. 😝

Excess fatigue today. 😫

Excess cleaning! 🧹

And so, it totally made sense to take a much-needed afternoon walk…

Not an excess walk, but a walk to balance out the excess. βš–οΈ

Ohhh.

Now does it make sense?

Yep, back to routine!

(Even if I wanted to eat ALL the cake, the heartburn doesn’t let me!)

#2488 Abundant birthday vibes

Tonight was a big, fun, birthday night.

And yet I have very little photos to show for it. πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ (That’s OK, I have my sister the photographer πŸ˜‰)

We had some fam and friends over for Hubbie’s birthday, and it was fun! It feels like this year we’ve been having heaps of people over to make up for the last couple isolating, non-sociable years.

Having people fill up our house has been great, laughter and voices and music filling the air… and it’s all a good kind of busy, a good kind of noisy, but soon there’ll be another good kind of noisy, that of an additional family member in the house!

I know the way we are now will be absolutely different to how we’ll be in 4 months time, but I embrace it all. I love it now, and I’ll love it then for whole other reasons.

It’s about appreciating, and living in the present moment.

And all of these reflections, from a birthday party. πŸ™β€

More great, happy, fulfilling times are ahead.

Abundance. πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°

#2487 End of work/school/Friday

Come 4pm and baby girl and I being at home, FINALLY, and I was relieved.

It had been a trying day. The wind whipped us, literally, as I dropped her off, rain assaulted us on an angle, and I’m surprised that our umbrellas didn’t break as I walked her to her classroom this morning.

Then work was busy, and on top of that, I had a surprise training session that went for… hours. πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

(Training sessions on a Friday should not be allowed.)

Another quick run to the shops before pick-up, Winter weather to be battled yet again, and once we closed the front door on our jobs and the day, man was I happy!

I hate to wish days away, or be glad they are over… but today had a real cranky, shitty vibe.

I’m hoping we’ve gotten it out of the way so that the weekend is UBER-awesome. πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ™πŸ™

#2486 Fan-girling Sally

I went through some mental thought processes tonight, that I am ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN ALL MOTHERS have gone through at one stage or another, when preparing to go out on their own.

For some back story, I booked tickets to see the author Sally Hepworth weeks and weeks ago, when I found out she was literally coming to town to promote her new book, The Soulmate.

Only this week did I check my diary and dates again, and realised it was a Thursday… one of the busiest times of the week because of baby girl’s gymnastics.

So I went through the mental processes. YOU know the ones.

‘Should I just cancel?’

‘Am I going to enjoy it?’

‘Really, I haven’t even finished one of her books.’

‘Maybe I’ll go to another one of her events.’

‘It’s a busy week.’

‘I’m gonna have to move things around A LOT of I decide to go…’

‘STUFF IT, I’ll go.’

Yes, I haven’t finished one of her books, but I am in the last 100 pages of The Family Next Door right now, and let me tell you it is some good stuff. I’ve followed her on social media for a while, and just think her brand of authorship and humour is refreshing and welcome, as well as particularly entertaining.

But, for a moment there, I totally second-guessed myself… because it was too hard.

Too hard for me, or too hard for others around me? Or both?

So I dropped off baby girl at gymnastics.

I ran errands.

I then started dinner.

Left notes for Hubbie about dinner all over the place.

Brought Mister F in.

Gave Mister F food (notice I didn’t say ‘fed Mister F’ because that would require him actually eating the damn food πŸ™„)

Got ready.

Quickly scoffed some food down.

And then left the house!

OMG.

This is normal as a woman, and yet I know, I just know it happens everywhere, ALL THE TIME. We do something for ourselves, but in doing so we are either guilted into, or we guilt ourselves into, doing everything possible for every member of the family so that we can feel more “better” about going and having some ‘me time.’

We’re truly f*&ked in the head.

My reasons were to make Hubbie and baby girl’s lives easier. They get home after 6:30 from gymnastics, and then if he had to cook from scratch, they wouldn’t eat ’til like, 7:30pm.

Which is why I was running around like a headless chook this afternoon.

But… this story has a happy ending.

I loved the Sally talk at the local bookstore. 😍

She was entertaining, funny, insightful, generous with her time, and extremely friendly too, evidenced personally by me when I met her for the book signing!

I realised, that we don’t need to second guess ourselves so much. When we are doing something that is a passion, or spending time with people that will ultimately make us feel great, we don’t need to feel bad, or guilty, or give ourselves 1,000 jobs to balance out the ‘me time’ we end up having.

We are allowed to go out, have fun, make memories and live for ourselves and live our passion.

Next time you question yourself if you should, whether it’s worth it, whether the fam will be ok without you…

Nudge that all aside and say “f*&k it, I’m going.”

Because honestly… they WILL be.

You can thank me later.

#2485 Birthday boy

Today was Hubbie’s birthday!

So great, that it fell on his day off… Wednesday.

We brunched. We beach walked. Then this evening we headed out to a fave restaurant we haven’t been to for ages for dinner. It’s across from the beach, and quite frankly has a stunning view. 😍

I love birthdays. I love my birthday, my family’s birthdays, anyone I love, I love their birthday too.

You get to celebrate them, have fun, reflect on their amazing contribution to your life…

And to think, today was only the beginning. Further celebrations are a-coming!πŸ˜πŸ’–

#2484 The chiro-justor

So in my journey to get to where I am, I have seen many, many people.

And many, many, is a true understatement.

I know my body, and things about health that the normal person would have no idea about. And yet conversely, I know very little because I’m still seeking the help of health professionals… especially while pregnant. 🀰

In my travels, I came across a chiropractor, and since I fell pregnant right after I started seeing her, when she suggested I start to see her boss instead who knows a lot more about pregnancy, I happily agreed.

People often think of chiropractors as practitioners who make you go “Ouch!” and crack you every way possible. That has NOT been the case with both of these ladies that I have now come to know, after today.

It’s all about adjustment.

Moving the limbs here, gentle stretching, applying pressure, and then the swift flick! If you have gone to a chiro you’ll know exactly what I mean. But it is very bearable, and they work with you, not against you.

‘T,’ the chiro boss that I met today, gave me some very valuable information about nerves, and while for the next few months we’ll be focusing on everything being in position for this pregnancy and subsequent birth, I have high hopes for her helping me with some other health stuff beyond baby.

I have seen enough people by now that I’m instantly aware if they have a wealth of new knowledge for me, or know jack all and my cat is more perceptive than them. I have a good feeling about ‘T’ and it’s truly a wonderful feeling knowing that all of my constant searching and searching, has come up trumps with many great practitioners now on my side.

Fighting for your health, and for answers doesn’t often come easy, but trust me, it is worth all the effort in the world.

Here’s to the specialists in their field… may we celebrate them, may we spread their reach, may we find health and balance through them. πŸ™

#2483 Bladder kicks

I’ve been complaining for the second half of the day about baby’s kicks.

Rather, not them in itself, but where they’re being focused.

Baby is kicking me internally… not towards my tummy for me to see, but inside, near my ORGANS.

Making it worse is the fact that it’s been around my bladder area tonight, making me squirm constantly and have to go to the toilet because, well I already have to go more frequently, and of course you have someone kick your bladder and see how you feel!

Throw in some existing health issues around that area, and I’m kinda like…

UGH UGH UGH.

BUT.

But then I kinda realised what I was saying…

And thinking…

And feeling…

Upset about baby kicking?

Nah. No way. Can’t be.

I would have done anything to be in this position a year ago. And now look at me.

Squirming in my spot and adjusting so baby hopefully moves too.

I’ll take it. Uncomfortable and all, I’ll take it. πŸ™πŸ₯°πŸ’–πŸ€°

#2482 Pregnancy help

They pass me the grocery items to scan at the checkout.

He picks up the heavy bags.

“Don’t let Mum bend over for that.”

He makes me tea (and brings me chocolate, shhhh).

When I sit on the couch and realise I’ve forgotten something, baby girl gladly gets up herself to get it.

At the moment, Hubbie and baby girl are a tremendous help.

All while my belly stretches, protrudes low, and baby beats a drum of their very own in there after every meal and sip of drink…

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

They put their hands there to feel the movement, and all of a sudden we are in sync, not yet having met, but nonetheless singing and hearing the same song. πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ‘ΆπŸ€°

#2481 Movie moments

What started off as “let’s use up this voucher before it expires” turned into the best mummy-daughter day. πŸ₯°πŸ₯°

Baby girl had a movie voucher that was set to expire soon, and luckily I remembered (a feat in itself what with my baby brain right now).

We headed off to Vjunior to watch DC League of Super-Pets, and I gotta say it was a pretty fun and cute movie… I even got majorly teary at one stage (NOT HARD for this emotional Mumma who cries at animated films like hayfever-prone peeps sneeze at pollen).

The funniest part in these cinemas is always the half-way mark, where the lights come on and the kids BOLT for the slide running down alongside the length of the cinema. OMG, you’d think they’d never seen a slide before. Baby girl nearly toppled over 3 things as she ripped off her sneakers and went flying to the other side of the room. πŸ˜†

It made me realise how special these moments are, especially in these last few months before baby comes… there’s going to be a lot of these ‘appreciating-the-moment’ type events, and they won’t cease… they’ll just be a bit different for a while after.

So I will grab onto any and all opportunities like these while I can. Of me, and my girl. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ₯°πŸ₯°