Hospital Bags

 Meema is here, so GET OUT! I never got impatient with Archer because I was waiting for J to arrive, so this is a whole new ballgame, and really, it’s too early to be impatient (since I’m only 39 weeks, and that’s with an adjusted due date, so who knows how cooked he actually is). The point of this is to say that I have my bags packed…

I’m hoping to come home within hours of him being born, but bags have to be packed just in case that plan doesn’t, well, go to plan.



Clothes: I have no idea how big this baby will be, or what the temperature will be like when he’s born (since it varies so much during the day here), so I have a few different sizes and variations, plus socks and hats. All so cute and tiny – sigh. Archer spent his first few days skin-to-skin with me, so these clothes are really just to bring him home in.

Nappies: trying Comfy Bots from the start this time, I figure we should start with the cheapest nappies and then go to ridiculous Huggies if needed. I guess I should pack some wipes as well – whoops! haha

Blankets: I have one to wrap him in (the arrows), one to act as a soak rag for all the lovely liquids he’ll spew forth, and I’ll also be taking his Nanny quilt (which wasn’t finished at the time of taking these pics).

Baby K’tan: I’m wasting no time in wearing this baby. I loved my K’tan with Archer, and I’m so excited to get to use it again! If I could pull him out and put him directly into this thing, I would.



Clothes: with Archer I wore an oversize men’s button up shorts over a nursing bra/tank and leggings – and it was brilliant. So those are all washed and ready to lend their service once again. My feet are always freezing, so socks, and (unpictured) ugg boots are also necessary.

Boobs: I rationed the Hydrogels last time – this time I will be using them with such fervor that people will think I grow money on trees – they are magic, nipple heroes; I have another box waiting for me at home in the fridge. Lansinoh will also be used without thought for the astronomical cost, because using it EVERY.SINGLE.TIME is the key (in my opinion) to successful breastfeeding. The pads aren’t really necessary for the first few days, but I’ve packed some just in case.

Lady crap: pads. If you know why, you know why; if you don’t, use your imagination, or just move on, you don’t want to know.

Not pictured: Since taking the pic, I’ve added a bathing suit (for J as well) just in case I have the will/enough time to get in the bath/shower (and care about modesty). I will also have to add all the last minute stuff like hairbrush, dry shampoo, a bit of makeup, camera, and device chargers.

I’m sure there are things that I’ve missed; I definitely feel like the bags are quite sparse compared to some of the ones I see on the internet, so I’m either forgetting a lot or I’m low maintenance. I figure I can send J out to get pretty much anything I’ve forgotten, but suggestions are welcome :)

Nesting (a house tour)

My nesting manifested in a crazy urge to decorate and do diy projects. The urge has calmed down now (or I’ve run out of walls haha), but I’m pretty happy with how the house has turned out, so I thought I would share. I try really hard to be “real” on here and social media (or I’m just too lazy/unskilled to make my life look all shiny), and I didn’t want to present an unrealistic look at our house, so what I’ve done is take pictures of how the house looks, untouched, 99% of the time, and then I’ve taken pictures mere seconds after I cleaned (and while Archer was asleep so he couldn’t destroy it. Rest assured that the house went back to its baseline within minutes of monster waking up, but I’ll always have the pictures to remember the cleanliness by….


As you enter from our front door, the room to the left is the master bedroom. In here I’ve gotten new bedding, painted the two smaller canvases (not super in love with them; might be a project for the future), and done the frame on the back wall with prints from Flora Forager. When it’s clean, it’s a relaxing, grown up space, but usually it’s littered with toys, dummies, and wayward snacks haha. I’m sure it will only get worse with the addition of a newborn.



I LOVE our playroom at the front of the house. It speaks to my organisational demon. We drove all the way to Melbourne & back (6 hours round trip) pretty much just to get the toy storage system, haha. The Instagram wall was SUPER easy to do, I just followed this tutorial, and printed with this super easy app.

The other art is a series Violet (my sister) did in high school that she gifted me after I said I loved it. There’s also a frame for Archer’s artwork. The book shelf and comfy chair (for boobing the baby while monster plays) completes the room. It usually looks like a bomb went off in here, but I actually love cleaning up the toys since it’s all organised, and it looks so great haha; this could be my favorite room in the house.




Baby’s room comes off of the playroom as well. It stays the cleanest, because it’s not really used yet; although Archie does like to raid the toys on the shelf, and climb into the cot. The stars were in Archer’s nursery too, and came from my mum’s wedding – I love them. My bestie made me the beautiful change table cover, I bought the chair off of another friend, and I built those shelves all by myself! Also note the Nanny quilt, in all of its glory, ready to encapsulate its baby! All that’s missing now is a baby!

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Living Area

The dumping zone really. This area usually looks awful, but damn, not too shabby when it’s clean. Is it going to be in Better Homes & Gardens any time soon – bwahahaha – absolutely not, but it’s still pleasing to me.

There’s another Instagram wall above the dresser (that we also picked up on our kamikaze Ikea trip) that we painted; I super love how the dresser turned out, and how the IG wall looks with it! The green canvas on the opposite wall was painted by J’s aunt, so it’s very special. I just repainted another canvas (like the ones in our bedroom), and I’m pretty happy with it, even though it didn’t turn out as similar to the one I was copying.

No tour is complete without commenting on J’s Warhammer stuff. I love his hobby, and he does have as much a right to have his stuff sitting out in our house as I do, but it’s certainly not subtle haha – Better Homes & Gardens wouldn’t approve hahaha.



We couldn’t use our yard in Darwin because it was either swampy, or dusty, and yeah, we just hated it. We’ve wasted no time (or money) in celebrating our awesome new yard! We got all new outdoor furniture; and now is when I should mention that pretty much everything in our house is from Kmart. If in doubt – Kmart – I am addicted.


Archer’s room

Archer’s room sort of stumped me as far as decorating went. I still think his room needs some love, but it’s getting there, and it does feature some special pieces. The bed was handmade for me by my American grandfather, and I slept in it right up until getting married – I love seeing Archer sleeping in it now. The bedding was picked by Archer with his Meema right before moving here, and the canvases were painted for him by my mum on her last visit. The books are also special to me because I’ve been collecting them since before Archer was born, and I’m so happy he has such a great little library.


The rest

The rest of the house is just a bathroom, laundry, closet, and guest room. They’re all a bit unexciting, but at least they’ll stay cleaner for way longer haha.

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Anyway, if you endured this entire boring post, you deserve a prize…you can collect your free issue of  Better Homes & Gardens at any newsagent…

37 weeks – term!

We did it! Term! now the waiting game begins…

37 weeks with Archer 


Baby is the size of a…watermelon. I picked one up at the store the other day and laughed at the similarity.

Weight: not sure yet, my appointment isn’t until thursday, but I was up to 67kg at the last appointment (making the total +12kg).

Maternity clothes? It was blissfully warm last weekend – like shorts and a t-shirt, so I went through my summer stuff and put aside the boob-able, but not belly-covering stuff, and added the stuff that could accomodate to my wardrobe. Long story short – the shorts I have cannot even begin to zip up, but I refuse to buy bigger ones since it’s back to too cold to wear them and the belly’s days are numbered.

Stretch marks? nope. can’t believe it. There’s still time though

Sleep: my dreams are SO vivid and crazy that I feel exhausted upon waking. pretty much I’m just constantly exhausted, but I am about to pop, so I think it’s sort of to be expected.

Best moment this month: My mum & Nana came to visit for a couple of days, which was super fun! We got to show them around our new spot. Last weekend was also utterly blissful – the weather was perfect and we spent our days outside. There’s so much to do outside here! So we’ve been taking advantage of the nice weather (even though it’s gotten a bit chilly again) by going to a different park every day this week. I also finished one whole class, which just leaves me with two online exams until the end of the semester!

Worst moment this month: there really hasn’t been anything bad. Archer has had some challenging moments, but mostly he’s still his delightful little self.

Miss Anything? energy

Movement: remember when I worried about never feeling him because of my anterior placenta? yeah, that seems silly now. He is a total ninja who moves most of the day and night. There have been some MASSIVE, painful kicks (still fun even though they hurt), but mostly he sticks his butt and feet out all day.

Food cravings: nothing specific, I actually don’t have much of an appetite. anything I do feel like eating is sweet – last night it was krispy kreme doughnuts.

Anything making you queasy or sick: not really, but the heartburn sometimes is intense, and I have had a resurgence of nausea the last few days.

Labor Signs: I had one braxton hicks the other morning that was so painful, it woke me up. for a second I hoped it was the start, but then I realised I was being silly and went back to sleep. Also killer pelvic and tailbone pain sometimes. He’ll come when he comes, I just have to try and be patient.

Belly Button in or out? very out

Wedding rings on or off? on

Symptoms: still having headaches/migraines, exhaustion, braxton hicks (I think, still not totally sure most of the time), dizzyness, heartburn, leg cramps, tailbone pain, and carpal tunnel – haha makes it sound awful, but it’s not.

Mood: going between super impatient to squish his little bum, and really sad that it’s almost over and wishing it never would.

Pregnancy dreams? tons, and they’re crazy and vivid, but I always forget their contents as soon as I wake up. I just know that they’re bright, and busy, and weird (and they never involve babies or Archer).

Looking forward to: We have a crazy month or so ahead! I’m really looking forward to all the visitors though as they will prevent me from getting too impatient. We have the Hammwells this coming week, the Blairs the weekend after, overlapping with “fix it Felix”, one of J’s friends. Then Meema comes the weekend after (if baby holds off that long), and when she leaves, my mum comes. Oh and somewhere in there, we add a whole new person to the mix, and to the planet haha.

Next appointment: Thursday :)


A day with the Becks 


Archer 2.5 years

Mum 36 weeks pregnant






braxton hick painful enough to wake me up



Archer’s in our bed asking for the iPad, I have no idea what happens next because I fall back to sleep, but I assume that J gets in the shower, Archer lays with me and plays toys, then when J gets out he gives him the iPad and a little snack. Is this the best parenting decision? probably not, but it’s working for us at the moment.



After waking on and off, I finally decide to get up and get us some breakfast. I have a muffin & tea, while Archer has pancakes (previously made and frozen) & apple.



breakfast is done, so we go brush teeth, change nappy, and get dressed. We usually stay in pjs far longer than this, but we have errands to run this morning. Archer puts up his usual fight, which involves screaming and then throwing his whole body onto the ground – I am far too pregnant for this – but we eventually get it all done.



Finally wrested the beast, so I set him up in the playroom while I go get ready – doesn’t really work though since he wants me to be within reach at all times, so he ends up hanging off my legs or playing with my makeup while I try to get ready. Ends up having body drop #2 of the day after I tell him he cannot play in the toilet (as pictured above, along with his pants that will not stay on his non-existent rump).



Finally all ready to go – we’re heading out to find a childcare centre for Archer. We had abandoned the search due to discouragement and uncertain fees, but have decided that it is actually beneficial for everyone, so off we go to find one; preferably one that can start him before the baby is born in, well, soon.

Over the next hour, we visit one centre, that I really like, but has no vacancies. They put him on the list and then refer us to a couple of other centres. We head to one of those centres, and it turns out they do have a vacancy, he can start this week. I like the centre, so I sign him up, but I’m feeling like it all happened too quickly and easily, and they’re probably psycho child cannibals or something.

Update: I have confirmed, through positive reviews that they are not psychos, and we have gone for another visit today (15/09), so I’m feeling more confident. But they did screw up their availability and he actually can’t start until the 28th.



We get to the shops. I planned on ordering some new glasses, but I’ve forgotten my prescription, and they don’t have it on file, and I have to make an appointment to get my eyes tested – so we bail. We head to Target because Archer needs sandals, and any time we set foot near a shop with Toys, he knows and begs to go play with them. We play with the toys for a while, buy his shoes and head home.



I make Archer something that can only be called “lunch” by someone very imaginative, but it’s food at least. I go to work filling out the daycare paperwork, which leads me to realise that we need to get ambulance cover, so I sign us up for that too.



Archer cracks it, so I assume he’s tired ( I am, so why wouldn’t he be!), and put him to bed. He’s asleep in 2 seconds.I finish all the paper work, and think about doing some uni…



my house is too messy to concentrate on uni, so it needs to be cleaned. but first I need to eat something, and since the house is freezing, and outside is glorious, I take my snack/lunch outside and watch one episode of crap.



break is over, and the house can no longer be ignored…



Archer is awake, but the cleaning isn’t quite done, so I get him a snack and let him have more brain-rotting iPad – judge away.



the cleaning is done, so I get us ready to go to the park…



sunscreen is on, bags are packed, nappy is changed – we’re ready to go!



We arrive, and Archer beelines for the sand where he pretends to be a digger truck, and make roads. I curse myself for not bringing a coffee, and his digger truck toys. He asks me to go see the geese about halfway through his play, so we head down to the pond, and then he somehow uses jedi mind tricks to convince me to head back to the park for more sand play.



It’s short, but I need to get dinner started, and honestly, I’m exhausted, so we head home (and yes, there was a body drop when I said it was time to go).



We skype with Nanny & Papa!


I start dinner; veggies need to be chopped & put in the oven, and the meatloaf needs to be made. Archer plays with his toys, miraculously allowing me out of his eyeline.



cannot believe that took so long! I sit down, but Archer wants me to play, and mommy guilt never loses, so I attempt to play (I really suck at it).



I assume, and pray that J will be home soon, and since it hurts to have a house not look clean mere hours after cleaning it, I make Archer clean up the playroom with me. Doesn’t take long, so I go to finish up dinner, and watch the news while we wait for J.



Hallelujah! J is home. I can’t be the only mother that feels like singing and dancing when reinforcement arrives, even on a pleasant day like today? While we accost him with our joy, I also finish dinner.



EAT! I know it’s clear from the photo, but my Michelin Star arrives tomorrow.



Finished eating, so time for the most exhausting routine of all – bedtime. The boys head off towards the bath (with a time out pit stop), because I can no longer bend over a bath and wrestle a slippery toddler without worrying an infant is going to just fall right out and join him in the bath. Meanwhile, I clean the kitchen – eww – and start making this dip for J’s work that I promised I would make (as a sort of lost bet/bribe, a story for another time).



The bath is finished, so we dry and dress our little monster, and then he pulls the jedi mindtrick again and manages to get me to read We’re Going On a Bear Hunt TWICE, AND get another book from J – jedi for sure.



Two/three stories really only takes 10 minutes? wow, well alright then, maybe the force isn’t that strong with this one. I head back out to the kitchen and finish making J’s dip. Again, 5 star picture (but the dip really is killer)


The dip is done, but J needs crackers for it, so he heads to the shops while I scald my aching back in the shower.



We pack up the dip, and shut down the house for the night. Then we settle in with Netflix & ice cream.


J was asleep like an hour ago, I kept watching crap, but now it’s time to sleep – I’ll be up 10 times to pee in the night no doubt.

34 weeks

You probably aren’t keeping track, but in case you are, and you’re confused, yes I magically became more pregnant. The OB that finally decided to “claim” me likes to work off of the 12 week scan, which puts my due date as October 10th, not 20th, so after discussing the possible implications of this, and being assured that no one would be pressuring me to have an induction as long as baby was still happy in there, we moved the date.

Baby is the size of a…honeydew melon, and don’t I know it.

Weight: (I decided to add this because my OB actually does weigh me, and I wish I’d had this with Archer). Started at 55kg, up to 65 now. so +10kg

Maternity clothes? stretchy, stupendous, nylon goodness (Black Milk) and one pair of maternity jeans. Maternity clothes are crazy expensive and have such a limited life (plus – frumpy!), so mostly no.

Stretch marks? still no! haven’t even gotten the weird love handle ones I got with Archer yet. There’s still time though.

Sleep: I feel overwhelming joy at the end of each day when I get to sleep. I’m tired, but actually starting to feel a bit better because I’ve started taking iron – so the lack of energy was probably more due to my CRAZY low iron levels.

Best moment this month: I really like my OB. She {seems} supportive and down with my whole minimal intervention thing. It’s also really nice to finally feel like I know what’s going on with my prenatal care and birth and stuff. Still not how I wanted it to go, but I’ve let that go (as much as I can). We’ve also had a lot of fun moving into the house and getting it all decorated – my nesting has manifested in a CRAZY interior decorating/crafting urge – pictures are forthcoming. I’m also on track to finish uni before baby comes – Archer’s had to spend way too much time in front of an iPad in order for it to get done, but he’s not complaining, and my mommy guilt should subside with the final assignment – just in time to be replaced with guilt over having to boob a baby constantly. And finally – we’ve made friends! Having friends makes everything better, and I’m considering myself crazy lucky to have found some really great people who can keep up with my weird.

Worst moment this month: Symptoms – more on that later. But one particularly scary thing happened last week. I’d been doing uni all day and then my vision started to go funny, like there was a big blind spot right in the middle, so I stopped studying, but the vision continued to entirely go on my left side, and then that whole side of my face went all warm and numb (which was definitely the scariest part), then the headache started. After talking to my mum, and the midwives at the hospital, we decided I should go get checked out., J was at work still, with our car, so he sent our neighbour over to take me to the hospital. It was all normal by the time we got there, but they really quickly just checked me for pre-eclampsia, which it wasn’t and pretty much sent us home. I’ve since worked out that it was just a migraine, and have had a few more since then, but none with the numbness. So that was fun. J’s course has also been way more full on than we anticipated – with him staying until about 7 every night, and then studying more when he gets home, but it’s temporary and he’s liking the course and doing well.

Miss Anything? not beer! because I found a non-alcoholic one that’s good enough to satisfy the craving. so nothing really. maybe the ability to bend?

Movement: YES! I was so upset/scared when I found out about the anterior placenta, because I thought I’d never feel him, so every movement is like a little gift – and he is generous! Little ninja moves constantly; gets the hiccups, stretches, kicks, rolls, nudges. I treasure every single one, even the painful ones, and I know I will miss it as soon as he’s out.

Food cravings: pretty much repulsed by anything that isn’t dessert. I eat tiny amounts of normal food so that I can justify basically having dessert for dinner. It’s a bit frustrating since I know it’s bad, but I’m still actually under weight, so I’m not too concerned.

Anything making you queasy or sick: see above

Labor Signs: I think there have been Braxton hicks? still not totally sure most of the time though, but I definitely had a few the other day.

Belly Button in or out? very out

Wedding rings on or off? on, and my engagement ring is being fixed!

Symptoms: migraines, Braxton hicks, leg cramps, tailbone pain (like it feels like it will snap in half – CRAZY painful – but doesn’t last long so it must just be when he’s sitting on it), low iron, dizzy, tired, carpal tunnel in my hands – yeah, finally feeling pregnant haha, still enjoying it though.

Mood: impatient – I want to squish him! stressed – need to finish uni, and we are having an AWFUL time trying to name him. excited – we have so many fun visitors coming between now and baby, plus I’m crazy excited about the baby.

Pregnancy dreams? I know they’re weird, but I can’t remember any of them

Looking forward to: visitors! finishing uni. naming the baby. and finally meeting him, and mostly seeing Archer meet him!

Next appointment: I see the OB every 2 weeks now, so soon. I think it moves to once a week soon as well.

28 weeks

Dearest second child,

One day, you will notice that your brother got weekly updates on his pregnancy, and you haven’t – obviously that’s because we love him more haha. Sorry dude, unfortunately life is way crazier with your big brother around, and a move/lack of internet didn’t do you any favours either (hence the two months since the last ‘bumpdate’). I promise that in the end, the benefits of being the second child will make up for mummy’s less frequent musings; you won’t be the guinea pig in the same way your brother was – I will have a better Idea (hopefully) of what I’m doing when you’re born, you already have a ton of cool clothes and toys, and most importantly, you have a big brother who is already completely in love with you and will watch out for you the rest of your life; so even though you don’t get to know what your pregnancy was like every week, I think you come out ahead kid.

Love, Mummy




Now, I realise that since last posting about the pregnancy, which was a shameful EIGHT weeks ago, we have found out the gender (BOY!), and a lot of other things have changed!

Baby is the size of a...Papaya

Maternity clothes? not really, I’m getting away with limited ‘maternity’ items, and mostly wearing Black Milk leggings, and sweaters that are still managing to contain the belly – by throwing a longer shirt under them, I think they’ll last the whole time.

Stretch marks? nope, I am curious whether the difference in weather will result in stretch marks this time – it was extremely hot and humid with Archer, now it’s cold and dry – just a hypothesis I’m hoping is proven wrong.

Sleep: 3rd trimester = sleepy. Who am I kidding, I’ve been sleepy the entire time. Archer’s in a big boy bed now, so he gets out and comes into our bed around 5:30 every morning. I go back to sleep while he watches a movie or plays.

Best moment this month: It was so long ago, but our scan was obviously a highlight. I was SO shocked to find out that it’s another boy, but once the surprise wore off (it still sort of is haha, I was SO sure it was a girl) I got so excited to have a boy! Brothers! Another sweet baby boy – my heart couldn’t be any more full. Archer becoming really into his “bee bee” has also been a lot of fun. He cuddles my belly multiple times a day, and asks me if the baby is awake, and loves feeling kicks.

Worst moment this month: transferring down here has been a major pain. Darwin pretty much told me to do it myself, and just washed their hands of me – very different from my experience with Archer. Then everyone I’ve called down here has pretty much said I’m too far along and they can’t fit me in. So I feel like a bit of a pre-natal nomad which is a bit stressful/frustrating. I finally got in to see an obstetric GP this week, and hopefully they can do my glucose and rhogam stuff. Not really stressed about the birth itself – I’ll just show up at the hospital in labor – they can’t turn me away, and that’s a bit like what happened with Archer. It will all be fine – I’ve let it go. Just so unimpressed with the birth options here – also trying to let that go.

Miss Anything? Beer, of course. Also being able to breath. Bit scared that I’m so short of breath and dizzy with 3 whole months of intense growth to come.

Movement: Oh! there’s another highlight! I can FINALLY feel movements! The scan confirmed an anterior placenta, but I’m finally getting movements, and in the last few days they’ve gotten even bigger and more frequent. Big stretchy movements, and I can feel the little parts move under my hand – I have no idea what they are, feet, hands, etc, but I love it.

Food cravings: nothing specific. (besides beer i guess)

Anything making you queasy or sick: the nausea is back a bit, but I think it’s because it goes along with the dizzy, which is frequent. nothing specific making me sick though.

Labor Signs: I have no idea what braxton hicks feel like, sometimes the belly feels really uncomfortable, but then I poke it and it doesn’t seem rock hard, which is how other people describe them, so I don’t know, doesn’t matter.

Belly Button in or out? starting to poke out!

Wedding rings on or off? on, although my diamond is loose again, and I haven’t had time/money to fix it, so I haven’t been able to wear it :( hoping to get it fixed before baby is born.

Symptoms: dizzy, tired, hungry (then no room to eat more than a small amount), short of breath. At least the back pain I had with Archer has held off this time!

Mood: The stress of the last few months is mostly gone now that the move is over. I have anxiety, so there are always things stressing me out, but it’s manageable now (finishing my semester before baby is born is top of the list currently). Mostly I’m feeling realign excited and impatient to meet the baby, or more accurately, for Archer to meet him – I daydream about that brother meeting moment constantly – setting the bar just a bit high haha.

Pregnancy dreams? They’re crazy vivid and bizarre, but never baby related.

Looking forward to: continuing to make/grow friendships here, my OB appointment (sort of), August visitors, and meeting mister, of course!

Next appointment: OB Thursday, then the hospital will finally see me at the end of August (I got scolded for not booking in with them earlier, because I’m too far along, and then they don’t make me an appointment for another 2 months – just makes NO sense)

return to the grid

we finally have internet! since last posting, we have packed up and said goodbye to Darwin, had a few weeks in Brisbane and hotels, and moved into our new house in Wodonga (where it took 2 weeks to get internet hooked up). It’s pretty safe to say that it’s been a chaotic, stressful adventure the last two months…here are some highlights (yes, this post is extremely long, and definitely boring):

We said farewell (with heavy hearts) to our friends in Darwin, and Archer and I flew to Brisbane. While we visited with family, and stocked up on winter clothes, J and Jimmy (his brother) handled the packing up of our house and drove to Brisbane – in 43 hours.

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After another few days visiting people, we left Brisbane at 3:30am with a VERY full car. The drive was so beautiful, and I went a bit nuts trying to capture it in pictures on my phone – which I of course failed to do. We got to our friend’s house in Canberra around 7pm that night. The drive was mostly pleasant, and Archer did SO well – the only time we all got a bit cranky was the 3 hours in Sydney traffic.

IMG_9169 IMG_9179 IMG_9226After a great, freezing, morning with the B’s, we got back on the road for the 3 hour drive to Wodonga. The drive was, again, so beautiful and I found myself feeling very happy about our move. We checked into our hotel and spent the week acclimatising to the cold (stlll working on that) and exploring our new area; it’s beautiful, and has this familiar sort of small town feel. There’s lots to do outside and I think we’ll love it even more in the summer.

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The following weekend was my birthday, so we headed back to Canberra to spend it with our friends – in case you can’t tell, we’re pretty excited to live close to them again! After a couple of days, we headed another 2 hours away to meet up with one of J’s friends from Darwin, F,  (who’d moved back home after discharging).

We met him and his girlfriend in the Kangaroo Valley, which was unbelievably beautiful. I had no idea I was so into scenery until this trip haha. We explored the valley, and then went to the top of the mountain for amazing views all the way to the ocean. Back down the other side of the mountain to F’s farm where Archer got to play with pigs, horses, dogs, chickens, and bunnies! The adventure continued as we drove to the beach – mountain to beach in one day is sort of bizarre, but amazing, and I wold happily live in that area forever – it’s the prettiest place I’ve been in Australia, and has a bit of everything. After driving along the coast and stopping at Kiama, we spent the night, and headed out super early the next morning to make the 5 hour drive back to Wodonga. It was an amazing weekend, with so many fun and beautiful things, but we were pretty exhausted by the end of it.

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 We spent the next week just doing more area exploring, and honestly, a lot of napping. We had our welcome visit, and moved into our house at the end of the week, then spent the weekend unpacking, and J started course on the monday! From then until now, J’s been getting oriented with his course, Archer and I have been making friends and trying to get back to normal, and we’ve battled to get our internet set up. I think we’ll have a great 18 months here!IMG_9423 IMG_9460 IMG_9473 IMG_9475 IMG_9517 IMG_9573

Good enough

while doing a truly epic clean of our house today, I was thinking about that thing people say; “oh no girl will ever be good enough for him”! I get this version because I have a boy, but the female version is something like “oh you better have your shotgun loaded”. These statements are always said with a laugh, and I’m aware that mostly they’re just a joke; they’re one of those things you say when you aren’t sure what else to say, and you know what, I’m sure I’m guilty of saying them. The problem (in my opinion, at this period of time (yes, I’m open to the possibility that my opinion may change haha)) is when this idea that no one will ever be good enough for your child is something that you actually believe and act upon.

I would hope that in the years we have between birth and dating, we would not only teach, but show our children their worth. That they are worth being loved in a real, healthy way. I would hope that J and I will have not only taught our children what real love looks like, but that we show them in the way we treat each other.

Now this brings me to my second issue with this statement; it has a sort of underlying assumption/implication that you, as the parent, are perfect and so no one can compare. I know it will surprise some of you, but I am not perfect. My marriage will not always be a beautiful depiction of true love, and neither will I. You know who else isn’t perfect though, your child! Why should I be expecting my child who isn’t perfect, to find a perfect partner?

Does this make me think that there won’t be some relationships I cringe at, nope. Do I think this will mean they never get their heart broken, unfortunately, no. I think my children will make mistakes, and I think they will have relationships that are less than they deserve (even though I hope not). This doesn’t even mean that I think they will get married and stay that way, maybe it won’t work out that way.

What I do {optimistically} think/hope is that when it comes to serious relationships, they choose someone that loves them in a deep, real way; that supports their dreams; and that makes them the best version of themselves. I do not care what they look like, what gender they are, or what job they have; I only care that they love my child as much as I do; and I think the only way I can help make this happen is to love my child in that same way.

You might not agree, in which case, I would love to hear what you think!

20 weeks – halfway!

Baby is the size of

Maternity clothes? yes and no. bought amazing maternity jeans. So comfy and flattering, I will probably wear them for years after baby is born haha. shirts are still mostly non-maternity, just getting a bit shorter.

Stretch marks? nope

Sleep: there’s never enough of it, but it’s blissful when I get it. SUPER looking forward to J coming home and getting to sleep in!

Best moment this month: Baby is FINALLY moving. Still not a lot, but enough. It ( I keep wanting to use female pronouns even though we still have a week until we find out if my suspicions are correct) gives one big kick and I love it so much that I wait hours for another one – poking and prodding trying to get more. I can totally feel her it when I push on my belly, which is pretty cool. There are hard bits and then squishy bits, so I can tell exactly where she it is sitting.

Worst moment this month: It’s been a difficult month. Moving + prac + J being gone is just a lot of stress. I’m also really impatient to get this move going – I’m so excited that I just want it to happen; it’s making it difficult to stay focused on prac.

Miss Anything? the answer will always be beer, but we can add wine to that list this month. I would LOVE a glass at the end of a long work day.

Movement: see above. it’s started, just wishing there was more!

Food cravings: nothing specific. (besides beer i guess)

Anything making you queasy or sick: nope

Labor Signs: can’t tell if the occasional uncomfortable belly is braxton hicks or if it’s just the baby laying in an uncomfortable position.

Belly Button in or out? pretty flat at this point

Wedding rings on or off? on, although my diamond is loose again, and I haven’t had time/money to fix it, so I haven’t been able to wear it :( hoping to get it fixed before baby is born.

Symptoms: feeling pretty good! still dizzy sometimes, but no nausea, and my energy is back where it was before being pregnant. My belly feels really heavy (for lack of a better descriptor) this time, and I already sort of waddle sometimes. Baby seems to either lay down really low, so I get bad pain in my tailbone (and waddle), or right up at the top, sideways – very uncomfortable.

Mood: stressed. It’s the final few weeks before all of these stressors come to an end and I’m just holding on for dear life at this point. I’m looking forward to the meltdown/relaxation I’ll be able to have once we get to Brisbane. I’m happy, just impatient. Finally starting to feel a bit more bonded with this baby/pregnancy as well which is really nice; I think I’ve just been too busy and stressed to even really give it much thought until now, and the thoughts I did have time for weren’t terribly pleasant due to a more difficult pregnancy – but rest assured that mommy guilt due to this will haunt me  forever.

Pregnancy dreams? lots of weird, vivid dreams, but only one that I can remember was baby related – I had a baby, but I watched it from far away, like an out of body experience. Then they handed it to the me that was watching and said it was a boy but I was like “nope, can’t be ours then”. Then the baby opened it’s mouth and it was a vampire haha.

Looking forward to: MOVE! the end of this stress. J getting home. Anatomy scan next week (although I’m a bit stressed about it considering what happened at Archer’s)

Next appointment: Anatomy next Wednesday! Then a doc appointment to get our transfer all sent the following Wednesday.


There hasn’t been any time for anything extra, especially not blogging, but it’s a shame, because I have a lot to say. I keep this blog mostly for myself, as a sort of journal of our life, so I don’t want to miss out on this time. It’s crazy, but that’s exactly why it should be documented…consider yourself warned, this will be long and probably boring…

So we’re 8 weeks in to prac/daycare with 2 weeks to go! Prac started out really great, and I was so enthusiastic about it, but it’s become more of a drain now. It’s not that it’s not great, I think it’s mostly that I have SO much else going on. A lot of it has also been things that I now know that I DON”T want to do; this is great, and exactly what I was hoping prac would do, give me a better idea of the direction I want to head in with this last year of uni and then after graduation; unfortunately, the direction I want to go is sort of opposite to what I’m currently doing. I’m still getting a lot out of my prac, and I’ve worked with some great people, I’m just not wishing it would never end anymore.

Archer is doing so well at school. I love the place so much; he comes home FILTHY every day, and I know that his day is filled with adventure, learning, and love. The only thing I don’t love is that he’s there for about 9 hours everyday. When I sign him out at the end of the day and I have to write a 5pm under the 8am drop off, it hurts my heart; I know that he’s having a great day, but that’s such a long day. That long day also means that I only get to see him for about 3 hours a day; one in the morning, and 2 in the afternoon before bed; I miss him! I’m currently debating whether to put him in daycare one day a week after the move. I think that he’s definitely getting a lot out of school, and even stuff I can’t give him when he’s just at home; I’m woman enough to admit that they do a better job of entertaining him than I do (I mean I don’t think he ever watches a movie or tv there, he does at home more than I like to admit). I also think it would be nice for him to have that space when the baby comes…anyone have any thoughts on this?

We’re at that awkward stage of moving where it’s too soon to really start packing/cleaning, but it’s looming over me and stressing me out. Can’t wait to go into a full cyclonic moving mania. Still waiting to pick a house, so I check DHA every 10 minutes because I don’t want to miss one of the great houses they’ve told me will become available “this week or next”; don’t they know that they’ve now set off my crazy obsessing self?

J has been sent out field for the final time (no field during his 18mth course!!!!!!!!!!!). It’s just 2 weeks, but it feels endless; I value his extra set of hands so much. I also miss having someone to vent all my crazy thoughts and frustrations to; my poor mother has had to fill that void, and I’m pretty sure she’ll be presenting J with some sort of medal when she next sees him. This field trip is exciting though because it’s like a goodbye to artillery. We’re finally off to pursue what J actually wants to do, and I’m so excited for and proud of him!

Baby is still in there. It sometimes moves, not much though, but at least it’s something. I’m already starting to get uncomfortable; really stiff, exhausted, and my belly feels so heavy – this does not bode well since we’re only half way’ my guess is that the toddler is what’s making the difference since I don’t remember this so soon with Archer. Archer tries to feed the baby by holding food towards my belly and then clicking like he does when he’s trying to lure an animal with food – highly amusing.

Ok, that’s it I’ll finally shut up now. Here’s hoping I don’t lose my shizz in the next two weeks as all the stress of the last few months comes to a head. I’m trying to juggle SO many balls, and I just need to hold on for a few more weeks and then I can put most of them down – I can’t wait!