29/9/2016 0 Comments 20 fun facts: his & her
Her 1. I hate coriander, it tastes like ants. If you have ever accidentally had a couple of those cheeky things crawl into your mouth you will notice the resemblance of flavour. 2. I like watching pretty messed up psychological documentaries 3. I hate an unvacummed floor, and have been known to vacuum at inappropriate hours of the day or multiple times a day. To be completely honest I’m a bit obsessive about cleanliness and I clean other things while I clean. 4. I can strongly recollect memories from certain songs/scents 5. My no fail go to presents are always candles, homewares or autobiography books 6. I love being barefoot but also can’t stand the feeling of having dirty feet 7. I hate swimming in the ocean and I can happily go a whole summer without setting foot in it. Not knowing what’s lurking beneath creeps me out. 8. I cannot watch children’s movies, Disney or otherwise. (Sorry Atticus daddy will be your movie man) 9. I go through stages of complete obsession with popcorn and have eaten a whole hoyts XL size to myself. I have also driven all the way to hoyts to buy popcorn and bring it home to watch a movie. 10. I don’t like sport, watching it or participating in it. But I vowed to Adam on our wedding day that I would be a better sport when he wants to watch the NRL. I think I’ve kept that promise considering it’s been on every Friday/Saturday night for the past two weeks with minimal complaints on my end. 11. I am frantic about wearing my retainer every night and give myself 700 anxiety attacks when I can’t remember where I put it. 12. I am one of 5 children. 13. I hate paperwork and will get Adam to do most of the nitty gritty stuff. 14. I’m a perfectionist. But then I’m not. Best way to explain is my bed always has to be made and the house in order but my wardrobe and draws are shocking. 15. I have 4 tattoos. I want more but I also don’t. 16. I was that kid that wrote letters to the school for other kids and had to master many parents signatures so they could get out of PE or wearing the wrong uniform. 17. I hate a lot of today’s music. Grinds my gears listening to some of the shit people sing about. 18. Earl grey tea has a magical calming effect for me. 19. I don’t like soft massages 20. I get super excited about catalogs Him 1. I have a huge sweet tooth. Max brenner, ice cream and caramel blocks of Cadbury are my weaknesses 2. I am the youngest of 5 children 3. I love organising extravagant surprises and am a proud romantic 4. I used to be a gymnast 5. I used to have a diary which I would write down other people’s number plates. Sounds creepy I know. 6. I seriously contemplated becoming a WWE wrestler 7. I used to write letters to a Gorilla called Koko. 8. I have a fear of moths and Christmas Beatles when they fly 9. I love food and cooking except Cassie thinks I experiment too much 10. I would like 5 kids 11. I come home with a new business idea every other week 12. I want a pet monkey 13. I secretly aspire to be a chef 14. I’m hopeless with sunglasses and either loose them or break them on a regular basis 15. I have no shame in admitting that I love the movie Magic Mike 16. I want to build my family a home from the ground up 17. I enjoy the white noise sound of the hairdryer and fan 18. I mix up the wrong months with the wrong seasons 19. I hate heights 20. My favourite place is Papas patisserie
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20/9/2016 0 Comments the 'i haves' of motherhoodI have crusty vomit living in between my boobs
I have a tangled greasy knot sitting on top of my head I have a nappy bin that’s overflowing I have ears that can hear his toe wiggle in the middle of the night I have super power reflexes I have a baby who explosively poo’d all over the carpet I have a load of washing that needs to be hung but is sitting there developing its own perfume I have had my share of headaches I have an annoying high pitched tone when I speak to my baby I have nipples that could basically tow a car and possibly a boat too I have a baby who I think has got everything he needs but is still scrunching his face up at me like I’m missing something (sleep perhaps?) I have not worn perfume in such a long time I have a constant load of washing on I have eyes that burn every morning & ears that ring every night at 6pm I have a brain that leaves things on top of the car and drives off I have ran out of phone memory too many times to count and have reluctantly had to delete double ups/triple ups of photos I have spoken too soon at 4 weeks and I now admit that this gig actually is very hard I have a baby who hates to be put down unless he is entertained or moving I have a stomach that contains last nights box of chocolates I have changed my babies nappies in the boot of the car too many times to count I have a baby that gets incredibly passionate about drinking his milk and will pull my nipples, scratch my chest up and grunt letting me know he is in absolute heaven I have kept my cool even through the times I have wanted to scream into the pillow I have a baby that is cleaner than me despite the fact that he is the one who wees, poos and spews on himself all day. I have almost had a mental break down when my baby screamed his lungs out in the car whilst I was driving on a main road with nowhere to stop I have 1000 burping cloths but they seem to disappear when I need them I have never felt more panicked in my life when he’s coughing and gasping for air because the milk went down the wrong way I have a body that needs more water, food, sleep and massages I have boobs that have a better let down then my shower head I have a back that needs to go on a massage retreat I have had poo smeared over my belly and on my fingers I have trusted my instincts I have most of my showers with my baby I have never wanted to be abducted for just 10 minutes more in my life I have not shaved my legs probably since my belly became too big and now I don’t have long enough showers to complete the task + I can’t even remember the last time I did my under arms but not to worry because those bloody pregnancy hormones that made me look like chewbacca are gone and it’s not really that noticeable meaning Adam hasn’t said anything yet I have an even better relationship with Adam, in every department I have learnt the virtue of patience I have never enjoyed getting out and about more in my life I think I have a better social life then before I have a body that I’ve never loved more I have a baby who keeps surprising us everyday with more smiles, coos and growth I have managed to read a book I have never experienced the thrill of checking a poo filled nappy until now I have mixed emotions when he falls asleep on my chest as his dreaming little face melts my heart into butter but at the same time I want to bloody get up and wee/sleep on my tummy for once in my life or enjoy a good spoon with Adam I have never been more excited when Adam arrives home I have an obsession with taking photos of my baby doing nothing I have fantasies about having a bath I have not accidentally weed myself since pregnancy I have no desire to listen to anyone telling me what’s normal and what’s not, what’s right and what’s wrong unless there is actually something wrong I have dreams of the day I will drink my tea/dinner whilst it’s still hot I have sadness and amazement that comes over me every time a week goes past and I spend a moment to reminisce on his birth and how I basically died but how I would do it all again for him I have never wanted time to slow down as much as I do now I have a desire to have more babies soon even though I would love to skip the whole ass ripping in half/vagina on fire part. I have a tendency to still try and do it all but obviously need to calm the f down I have never been more in love with two people I have never been so bad at getting back to people, returning calls/messages or even pressing the send button (sorry peeps) I have been winging this whole thing, as you do I have never felt so honest in everything I do and have never been myself more I have been blessed and have never loved life as much as I do now I have more of a reason to push to achieve I have no time to to think some days I have accidentally dropped my phone on my babies head, so has Adam I have surprisingly not cried since the first week after he came home which was caused by pure shock, tiredness and pain I have laughed more than I ever have before I have had some of the best days of my life with Adam since our baby was born I have a full calendar on most days- including the days where I’ve booked myself in to walk around wearing nothing but spew and milk under my dressing gown I have been surprisingly very relaxed I have thought many times how amazing it would be if men could breastfeed or give birth for that matter I have the most amazing family that supports my little family I have said some incredibly odd nonsense to Adam in the middle of the night I have sadly sat in his room packing away clothes he still fitted into only a few days before I have a tiny human who still smiles and wants cuddles every morning despite my cows ass breath I have never wanted a few spontaneous ciders more I have no understanding on why we women are punished during this whole process, first we can’t fit into any of our clothes with our bulging bellies, then we can’t even wear any of our clothes because they have to be boobie accessible. I have a son that will happily go to sleep 95% of the time if he’s being vigorously patted and bounced whilst listening to the loudest party music there is. I have all I need 6/9/2016 0 Comments being candid with confessions5 weeks ago I should of said good bye to one of my hands/arms as my life now mostly runs one handed and sometimes even that one functioning hand is out of order, so sooner rather than later I'll be having to make the decision on whether to starve myself or learn to eat with my feet or whether to break the next wee holding record or to purchase some adult pull-ups. Right now its probably the easiest it's going to get as I'm only slightly armless, I can still walk around and semi get things done while my hands are full but I know the days where my whole body will be taken over chasing after this child will come soon and basically nothing will probably be accomplished. Currently if I did quickly put Atticus down to sneak off and stuff my face with something the worst that's gonna happen is he will miss out on 5 mins of cuddles and be laying there looking at the ceiling crying which I think I can deal with compared to the toddler that soon I'll be running around after while he's probably simultaneously crying and tearing through the chemical cupboard.
This is life as I know it now. No time to properly eat (I'm currently eating peanut M&Ms for breakfast in bed while Atticus is sleeping on me), no time to wee at every urge, have a long lengthy shower or to even have a shower, there is absolutely no way your going to wake up refreshed and fueled thriving with a good nights sleep. Adam thinks it's funny watching me wake up in the morning so delirious, confused, and occasionally aggressive like I've entered a war zone and ready for combat. I've either got my nipples attached to my baby, the breast pump, a burping cloth or a nipple pad cause Iam constantly feeding or leaking everywhere. I'm no longer struggling with not being able to fit into my jeans or the rest of my clothes but who said I get to wear whatever I want still because these boobies have gotta be accessible 24/7. Every morning I have my assortment of pads and vitamins lined up and ready which is about as organised as I get for a while as I walk around half naked like a cave women who hasn't seen daylight whilst I feed, burp, change nappies, soothe or dress my little offspring. Atti is a little more awake in the day now (which isn't all that great at the moment) as he hates not being attached to our chests so it's slightly proving some difficulty to make it peacefully out and about and God forbid us to leave the house at dark when he now decides to turn into a whole other being. My old life as I knew it had control and routine, I'm now in a whirlwind and wrapped around his little finger. I went into my old work the other day. It's only been 8 weeks since I left but gosh it felt so foreign to me, I kind of felt like a time traveller. It seems like I left so long ago yet still everything was the same but incredibly different. Just standing inside the shop for a few moments made me feel out of place. My weeks now are a lot more fun filled with all the poo explosions and sleeplessness. I'm no longer tied down to a job that just gave me routine and money. I'm now happily and tiredly tied down to a 24/7 unpaid job where I couldn't think of anything better to do then be thrown into that whirlwind of the unknowns that I was once so afraid of. The sorts of decisions dominating my life now are whether or not I should enrol into this trimester of Uni which starts in 2 weeks or to give it a bit of a break and which mothers group I should join. Uni is a big mind boggle for me. I'm pretty hard on myself and hate to fall behind. I feel like I'm in a competition with no one but myself to finish and it honestly gives me anxiety. I was so close to the finishing line before I got pregnant and now I have atleast a year before I am close to it again. I'm nervous that I've lost my academic touch after not writing essay after essay for a while, I'm nervous that I won't be able to focus or get my work done being so tired and looking after a baby all day and night and I'm nervous that I'll miss out on all of Atticus' tininess if I give him my divided attention and throw myself into something that also takes a lot of attention and energy. It's a weird feeling, the little family we created is my greatest accomplishment in life and I know I have hit the jackpot with how my life is panning out but I somehow feel like I'm failing at the same time if I don't keep up with my studies for Atticus and I feel like I will let Adam down if I dont end up finishing my degree by the time we have another little bub which means Adam may miss out on his dream of being a house hubby as he would be the only one that would have a career and a job up his sleeve with the means to support all of us. At the end of the day I have to constantly remind myself that I'm not in a hurry or race and so I have decided it's best for myself to put uni off and possibly continue again in Feb when he is 7 months old. I'm not mentally ready to exhaust myself any more than I am and as fidgety as I am on the decision I would much rather hang out with my little prince because he is growing way too quickly already and if I have the chance to stop my life getting in the way and live a little slower and in the moment I will take that opportunity. Joining a mothers group also gives me anxiety. Rocking up to a group of ladies with babies you have never met in your life with your little side kick kinda makes me socially anxious. Again it's another unknown that I have to take a leap of faith with and at the end of the day we are all in the same boat and what better way rather than blogging and uploading 100 pictures to every social media outlet to offload everything baby than doing all that at a mums and bubs group. One thing I'am secretly dreading and am a lil guilty of having a preconceived idea already about is the idea that some mothers groups spend their time bitching about their husbands, discussing which nappy brand is better or spending hours being slyly competitive and comparing their lives/babies to each others. I'm not even entirely sure what to expect but I am holding on to some hope that I don't get repetitively stuck discussing these topics and that I do meet a great bunch of ladies and that Atti befriend's other little minions. Don't get me wrong of course there is going to be discussions on nappies and I will probs sometimes get amoungst it but they are the sorts of things I kind of find a bit mundane. My life is constantly changing itself up and is definitely not boring. Especially with how quickly Atticus is growing so every week my world changes just that little bit extra which keeps me on my toes. Plus I've found that all my past fears and anxieties of the unknowns of motherhood really arnt that bad when you just relax and let it take you for a ride. 1/9/2016 0 Comments part c: life as i know it5 weeks ago I should of said good bye to one of my hands/arms as my life now mostly runs one handed and sometimes even that one functioning hand is out of order, so sooner rather than later I'll be having to make the decision on whether to starve myself or learn to eat with my feet or whether to break the next wee holding record or to purchase some adult pull-ups. Right now its probably the easiest it's going to get as I'm only slightly armless, I can still walk around and semi get things done while my hands are full but I know the days where my whole body will be taken over chasing after this child will come soon and basically nothing will probably be accomplished. Currently if I did quickly put Atticus down to sneak off and stuff my face with something the worst that's gonna happen is he will miss out on 5 mins of cuddles and be laying there looking at the ceiling crying which I think I can deal with compared to the toddler that soon I'll be running around after while he's probably simultaneously crying and tearing through the chemical cupboard.
This is life as I know it now. No time to properly eat (I'm currently eating peanut M&Ms for breakfast in bed while Atticus is sleeping on me), no time to wee at every urge, have a long lengthy shower or to even have a shower, there is absolutely no way your going to wake up refreshed and fueled thriving with a good nights sleep. Adam thinks it's funny watching me wake up in the morning so delirious, confused, and occasionally aggressive like I've entered a war zone and ready for combat. I've either got my nipples attached to my baby, the breast pump, a burping cloth or a nipple pad cause Iam constantly feeding or leaking everywhere. I'm no longer struggling with not being able to fit into my jeans or the rest of my clothes but who said I get to wear whatever I want still because these boobies have gotta be accessible 24/7. Every morning I have my assortment of pads and vitamins lined up and ready which is about as organised as I get for a while as I walk around half naked like a cave women who hasn't seen daylight whilst I feed, burp, change nappies, soothe or dress my little offspring. Atti is a little more awake in the day now (which isn't all that great at the moment) as he hates not being attached to our chests so it's slightly proving some difficulty to make it peacefully out and about and God forbid us to leave the house at dark when he now decides to turn into a whole other being. My old life as I knew it had control and routine, I'm now in a whirlwind and wrapped around his little finger. I went into my old work the other day. It's only been 8 weeks since I left but gosh it felt so foreign to me, I kind of felt like a time traveller. It seems like I left so long ago yet still everything was the same but incredibly different. Just standing inside the shop for a few moments made me feel out of place. My weeks now are a lot more fun filled with all the poo explosions and sleeplessness. I'm no longer tied down to a job that just gave me routine and money. I'm now happily and tiredly tied down to a 24/7 unpaid job where I couldn't think of anything better to do then be thrown into that whirlwind of the unknowns that I was once so afraid of. The sorts of decisions dominating my life now are whether or not I should enrol into this trimester of Uni which starts in 2 weeks or to give it a bit of a break and which mothers group I should join. Uni is a big mind boggle for me. I'm pretty hard on myself and hate to fall behind. I feel like I'm in a competition with no one but myself to finish and it honestly gives me anxiety. I was so close to the finishing line before I got pregnant and now I have atleast a year before I am close to it again. I'm nervous that I've lost my academic touch after not writing essay after essay for a while, I'm nervous that I won't be able to focus or get my work done being so tired and looking after a baby all day and night and I'm nervous that I'll miss out on all of Atticus' tininess if I give him my divided attention and throw myself into something that also takes a lot of attention and energy. It's a weird feeling, the little family we created is my greatest accomplishment in life and I know I have hit the jackpot with how my life is panning out but I somehow feel like I'm failing at the same time if I don't keep up with my studies for Atticus and I feel like I will let Adam down if I dont end up finishing my degree by the time we have another little bub which means Adam may miss out on his dream of being a house hubby as he would be the only one that would have a career and a job up his sleeve with the means to support all of us. At the end of the day I have to constantly remind myself that I'm not in a hurry or race and so I have decided it's best for myself to put uni off and possibly continue again in Feb when he is 7 months old. I'm not mentally ready to exhaust myself any more than I am and as fidgety as I am on the decision I would much rather hang out with my little prince because he is growing way too quickly already and if I have the chance to stop my life getting in the way and live a little slower and in the moment I will take that opportunity. Joining a mothers group also gives me anxiety. Rocking up to a group of ladies with babies you have never met in your life with your little side kick kinda makes me socially anxious. Again it's another unknown that I have to take a leap of faith with and at the end of the day we are all in the same boat and what better way rather than blogging and uploading 100 pictures to every social media outlet to offload everything baby than doing all that at a mums and bubs group. One thing I'am secretly dreading and am a lil guilty of having a preconceived idea already about is the idea that some mothers groups spend their time bitching about their husbands, discussing which nappy brand is better or spending hours being slyly competitive and comparing their lives/babies to each others. I'm not even entirely sure what to expect but I am holding on to some hope that I don't get repetitively stuck discussing these topics and that I do meet a great bunch of ladies and that Atti befriend's other little minions. Don't get me wrong of course there is going to be discussions on nappies and I will probs sometimes get amoungst it but they are the sorts of things I kind of find a bit mundane. My life is constantly changing itself up and is definitely not boring. Especially with how quickly Atticus is growing so every week my world changes just that little bit extra which keeps me on my toes. Plus I've found that all my past fears and anxieties of the unknowns of motherhood really arnt that bad when you just relax and let it take you for a ride. |