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15 Weeks

Garmisch P A. Riley

Fifteen weeks and three days old

Fifteen weeks and three days old

Friday was our five year wedding anniversary, and we celebrated with brunch of course! We all got dressed up, summer style with Clover and I in dresses. We had a lovely morning out, very relaxing then wandered through Civic. In the afternoon, Clover and I went to our first yoga session and it was pretty good! 

But then when we came home, Tim was struck by the sick fairy and the weekend took a quite a turn. It was lock down in our apartment with Clover staying in her room for basically the whole two days. I took care of both my babies and washed my hands thoroughly in between. Luckily they took it in turns of when they needed me. I did a quick dash to the shops and remembered coconut water as all sorts of goodness and we had such an abundance of it.

With Tim getting what I thought was worse, I called the Home Doctor Service, which was awesome and a doctor came within 30 mins! He gave checked Tim over, told hime to rest, to only drink about 200ml an hour and that he didn’t need to actually eat anything (not that he could) to settle his tummy. Best advice ever. It reminded me of when I was pregnant and I wasn’t allowed to be on anything really and if I was sick I just had to ride it out and my body would do what it needed to do.

On Saturday we were still in lockdown so Tim and Clover Skyped despite being only a door apart. Clover wasn’t really sure what was going on though and just sucked her fingers. That night Clover also tried out her Kuya Gilbert’s grobag which was such good timing because she was hulking out of her Ate Amia’s Love to Dream Swaddle and she really wanted to grab her own hands before and after she sleeps.

The next day I called in back up so Nene came with food and groceries in tow. Though me being me did laundry instead of resting. I did walk into Clover’s room and spotted Nene and Clover both napping nicely, it was very cute.

On Monday Clover was able to grab her skwish toy! It was a very exciting moment for me. I’ve been trying to get her to play with it since her Tita Nadine gave it to her. She’s been practicing grabbing it with both hands, so adorable!

Since coming back from Perth and the coast we decided to transition Clover back onto her floor bed. And now she’s back on it full time and it’s great for so many reasons, one being we can both nap away :)

Plan vs preparation

Garmisch P A. Riley

By definition:

  • plan (n) a detailed proposal for doing or achieving something. 
  • preference (n) a greater liking for one alternative over another.
  • preparation (n) the action or process of making ready or being made ready for use or consideration.

I've always thought I was a planner, an organiser, someone who just has to be in control all the time. But for the past nine months I've been shedding off these layers and feeling so much lighter. What I actually am is someone who thrives on being prepared. I am a doer.

For the many years I was in event management, while I felt I had a plan for every scenario, in reality I was just putting mechanisms in place in preparation for things going a little differently. It wasn't because I was scared something would go wrong, I just wanted to have some notion of what to do if something did happen.

My need to share contingencies and voicing what I can do about them has become a bit of a sore spot at times. For me, I'm just explaining my thoughts rationally and finding solutions, but at times the listener thinks I'm worried or concerned about something that may not even happen. Seeing this results in me recoiling and second-guessing myself, but I can't maintain this. After some point, I can't keep it in anymore: I'm a sharer, a doer and I have to get things out of my head. 

Since becoming pregnant, I've heard a lot of different comments and opinions, and it's been hard at times to filter out the negativity, despite people's best intentions. One thing that's been niggling at me is this notion that people "know me." I'm told that I think analytically (which I do), that I like to be organised (which I am) and that I need to be in control (which isn't actually true).

I understand where they're coming from, and I can't blame them for thinking that way. For me, all the (free) courses I've signed us up to, the select books I've been reading, the blogs I follow, and the groups I've joined are all intentional. I've sifted through way more things than I realise and have simplified my choices to the things that mean something to me. I keep what I find most useful and discard anything that rubs me the wrong way.

For example, for labour we have called our "birth plan" a birth preferences document instead, because by the definition above, a plan is a proposal, whereas preferences give us the flexibility we need and want. I feel prepared that my body can birth our little baby. We as a couple are prepared for the lead up to the birth and have become stronger as a unit, without even intending to. I'm not scared, I'm actually pretty excited. It's an unknown adventure and I am ready.

Our little baby is going to greet us any day now, but I'm happy to wait, happy to let them come when they are ready. I am prepared as much as I can be. I don't need to plan anything and that's given me the freedom to just be. We are ready to step into the next chapter of our lives, but we're not in a hurry, just taking each moment as it comes.

Day Eight

Garmisch P A. Riley

Day Eight: Selfie

Day Eight: Selfie

I've taken so many photos of food that my selfie shots need a little work. So I thought I'd play around with a filter (first time I used one for Instagram since I've upgraded to a 5S!)