Ho Hum

Its a gloomy Saturday afternoon im sitting with my uggs and green tea, the girls napping and the house quiet for once. I've set myself a 15 minute time limit for writing, as I am working on Bianca's dolls house at the moment, wall-papering the rooms and carpeting, to have ready by her 3rd birthday along with a collection of Sulvanian families.

Well I'm approaching the half way mark of pregnancy. The things I like about this is that I have more energy, look pregnant instead of bloated and we will be finding out the sex of baby soon. The thing I don't so much like is my chunky thighs and increased weight. We went to the aquatic centre as a family this morn and I swear my bottom was gobbling up my bikini, oh well at least pregnancy gives you the excuse to look ridiculous sometimes.

Too Much of a Good Thing

 This picture doesn't have anything to do with this post it just cracks me up!

So I'm sitting at the computer and my body doesn't want to be here, it wants to be cozied up in bed reading 'Breaking Dawn' (the final in the Twilight saga) but my head needs to write, to free itself of stuff, words ramblings, thoughts... whatever.

Im bored at the moment, I dont mean right this instant... I'm sipping on my yoghurt berry smoothie actually, and feeling rather content with a peaceful house and a warm bed waiting for me. No what I mean is that at this point in time say give or take a few months Im just bored, super busy but unstimulated.

I know a lot of other mums of pre-schoolers feel this way, and its hard to express it sometimes because you don't want to appear ungrateful. Kiddies, especially our own, are medicine for the soul. Their chubby fingers linking into your hand, a sloppy kiss from a one year old. I watched my two cherubs in the rear view mirror  bobbing their heads in time with a Black Eyed Peas song today and it made my heart sing with love for them. The problem is that bringing up small children takes a shitload of time and energy.

I'll use this metaphor to get my point across -  its like someone asking for a sip of your coke on a hot day and polishing off all but the warm dregs in the bottom of the bottle. That's the equivalent of what I feel is left for me at the end of each day and I feel a little ripped off sometimes.

I do believe it is the difficult, challenging times in life that refine us, make us who we are and give us strength of character.  I will hold onto that belief as my head hits the pillow exhausted by 8pm tonight and remember that again when I feel a tap on my cheek at 5.45am followed by an angelic voice saying 'Mummy up now?'

So today I'm not writing a list of "How to have more Me Time" or "Sanity Saving Tips for Mum" I'm just thinking out loud, after all this blog "Mummy Memoirs" is about motherhood, highs and lows included.

10 Joys of Being Pregnant 3rd Time Around

10. Getting called a baby making machine - which for some strange reason I kinda like!

9. Buying pregnancy magazines and maternity clothes again

8. Thinking of baby names again, all of the maybe's from the last two times get another shot... if its a girl that is

7. Finding out the sex of the baby, nothing compares to that moment, when they say it's a ......

6. Decorating a Nursery again... my favourite hobby in the world

5. Having a pre-schooler that totally gets mummy is having a baby, and says the cutest things. Experiencing her excitement and wonder is definitely a joy

4. Knowing without a doubt that I CAN push this baby out!

3. Being over the morning sickness and knowing I wont have to go through it ever again, fingers (and legs) crossed.

2. Knowing if its a girl I have its wardrobe sorted for the first three years, and if its a boy being able to shop up a storm buying all new gears.

1. Feeling so privileged to be blessed with bringing another wee life into this world. Born into a loving and stable family in one of the safest and most beautiful countries in the world.