It will be interesting to see how The Bean copes when her little sister enters the world. She is certainly daddy's little girl and I can imagine that she will be fiercely protective of that relationship.
I think her favourite time of day is bedtime on the nights that daddy is home to put her to bed. The stories, songs and strange little rituals they have created together (like the 'round the corner high five', or driving to bed on the computer chair) take far more time than I have the patience for, which of course is just one of the reasons that he is such a wonderful dad.
Happy Father's Day babe. Your girls love you x
My stress levels are currently through the roof, which is not an ideal way to be feeling with only eight weeks to go before Pumpkin arrives. A combination of general life stresses and some more specific stresses (and no doubt some raging hormones thrown in for good measure) has left me an emotional wreck. Crying at the drop of a hat, losing my temper quicker than you can say ‘calm down crazy pregnant lady!’ and an inability to get some proper rest has seen things become a little difficult in my household (mostly for my dear husband).
I can't quite remember when we first gave The Bean a dummy to sleep with, but it has been a fantastic tool and she has been a fantastic sleeper. When she was still small enough to sleep in my arms, popping a dummy in her mouth was her cue to sleep and she would snuggle up and drift off no matter where we were—cinema, café, friend’s house. Apart from giving it to her as a 'treat' on flights the dummy hasn't really left her bed and has been used exclusively for sleep.
One definite positive of our little photography business chugging along is that I am being forced to drive places that I wouldn’t usually drive. There are still certain roads and routes that I won’t travel, but I have recently driven to some places that were definitely out of my comfort zone. And guess what? I survived.
As I enter my third trimester (eeep!) my anxiety about what lies ahead is slowly but surely starting to build. Like the first time around, my anxiety is less about having a baby than having a baby—experiencing labour and birth once before has not really eased any fears and doubts that I had before (except that I am now absolutely certain that a hospital is where I want to be).
By the time I went into labour with The Bean I felt more excitement and confidence than fear and doubt. Right at this moment I feel I am lacking whatever it is I need to bring a new baby into the world with a mindset of strength and peace.
A sweet offering of a teeny-tiny flower from The Bean and some fascinating kangaroo poo...
The -5 degree start to the day was quickly forgotten as the sun appeared—yet another perfect Canberra winter's day. It's the blue skies that make it bearable.
Having my husband home on a Saturday during football season is a rare treat so we thought we had better spend the day doing some sort of fun family activity.
After giving The Bean a choice between birds or dinosaurs we headed to the National Dinosaur Museum. We have been a bit spoilt having already visited the Royal Tyrrell Museum in the badlands of Alberta so we weren’t expecting anything amazing, but it wasn’t too bad and it was definitely kid-friendly. Just not for our kid.
