These two here are my mini-me’s. My munchkins. My cherubs. My pigeon pair.
With these two in my life, I feel so truly, incredibly blessed…..stressed out, time poor & sleep deprived, but so freaking lucky I wouldn’t change it for the world.
They make me laugh, they have so much fun together, they’re sooooo freaking close it’s almost unbearably cute to watch….. (except when Zac insists Isla come into the bathroom when he’s having a poo just so they can ‘chat’, I just find that plain disgusting & a little weird!!), and now that they’re 4 and 2 ½, life feels pretty great – we can go on family adventures without worrying about packing enough nappies, they can sit & feed themselves, their little legs can take them places (not too far, but far enough we don’t need a pram anymore). They have little personalities & chat away, and both hubby & I have felt like our little family was complete with these two.
We’ve had so many people ask us in the past couple of years if we planned to have any more kids. It’s actually a question that gets asked A LOT. And our response – an adamant NO. We feel pretty content with our two, and I would be SOOOOO happy to never have to be pregnant again. Or suffer PND again.
Case closed, right?
Well……recently, we decided it was time to follow our hearts and make a big move – from Sydney to the Gold Coast. It’s something we’ve talked about for over a year now, until we had that ‘fuck it!’ moment, and decided to stop talking & just do.
To do that, we had to get a few things sorted first, & we decided to get our house ready for sale – we had professional painters come in, we styled like we were competing on the block, and we were so busy trying to keep our house perfect and looking like no-one actually lived there…..that somehow I stopped tracking my cycle. Me. OF ALL PEOPLE!!! (you see, I am a stickler for my clients getting to know their OWN cycle!!).
And………one got past the keeper.
And it wasn’t even me that picked up on it.
We ended up missing out on a house that we loved up on the Goldie, and I was totally ok with it. I honestly took it all in my stride (& I was damn proud of myself for being so mature and positive about it!)
BUT – alarm bells rang for hubby.
slightly very emotional person, this was a tad out of character for me.
He asked if there was a possibility that we might be pregnant. That I wasn’t showing any signs of annoyance (how PMS usually shows up for me).
Hmmmm…..was there? I went back to my trusty cycle tracking app (I normally use Fertility Friend)….and no data for the last 2 months.
Um – what? This is ‘MA THANG!!!! Even I was shocked at my oversight on this one. So, to appease hubby, I agreed to pee on that fateful stick.
I hadn’t even had a chance to stand up and two lines appeared. This is in stark contrast to when we feel pregnant with Zac, when I tested the first possible day I could and after 5 minutes ran into hubby jumping on the bed because there was the faintest second line you have ever seen. That time, I was over the moon. This time, well to say it was an ‘OH SHIT!!’ Eyes widening experience is an understatement.
We had been sooooooo happy with two.
We hadn’t planned to have any more kids.
We had just listed our house for sale.
It had sold 4 days later.
We now had no house, I was pregnant with an unexpected number 3, & we had given away everything baby related except for my Spectra S2 breast pump (lifesaver, btw!) and my ergobaby 360 carrier.
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK!!
You may have noticed I’ve been quiet AF on socials, with friends, and have had to say no to work opportunities as I have dealt with HG for the 3rd time (yet, I feel pretty lucky that with each pregnancy I seem to be able to wipe about 4 weeks off how long it lasts). I’m now just feeling a little hungover & nauseous every day, with the occasional spew, rather than driving the porcelain bus for a living & being struck down by daily migraines.
Until this past week or so, it has taken every ounce of my energy to get the kids ready for daycare (or whatever they were doing that day) and out the door. If you saw me at daycare drop off or the supermarket, you would be forgiven for thinking you’d run into circa 2007 Britney Spears. I legit could not give any fucks, or energy, to doing my hair or putting on makeup. All that energy went into not throwing up in public (aaaand….you’re wlecome!!).
At the moment, I’m just on 13 weeks, and I feel like I’m still getting my head around it all. My body – well that’s another story. It was just like ‘we know what to do here, carry on’ and started to change immediately. Um, yeah, thanks babe!
We’re currently living at my folks place (with our two kids & two dogs) and we’ve already been here a week (hmmmm, that’s been fun!), but we luckily found a house to buy with a short settlement, so we will be up in paradise (AKA. Palm Beach) in less than 3 weeks, and hopefully all settled in by Christmas (I already know Dan will be getting a vasectomy for Chrissie, btw ;-p)
I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to getting settled and hopefully starting to enjoy a bit of this pregnancy. I’ve felt like my life has been in a constant state of flux for two months now and I’m ready to just set down some roots & bond with this mini-human I’m baking!
We’re totally finding out the sex this time (we didn’t with Zac or Isla) so that we can be prepared & buy minimal ‘stuff’ for them – we learnt from our first two how ridiculous & wasteful it can be buying everything you think you need for a bub, to find out you only use a quarter of it! Both kids have put in order for a ‘Baby Sister’, so we will find out soon if mama could deliver their request!
Of course, I’m going to be checking in & updating you all as I move through my pregnancy. Trust me, it will be warts & all, because I’m generally less of a ‘glowy’ pregnant woman and more of a ‘sweaty’ pregnant woman. But I’ll share it all, nonethless. I think because this was so out of left field for us, I’m definitely seeing a lot of humour in this pregnancy that I perhaps didn’t in my others?!
In saying that, I AM excited to meet this little being that obviously wanted to be here so damn badly! I know that once they’re here, we’ll never be able to imagine life without them again.
I’d love to hear if any of you fell pregnant when you were adamant that you were ‘Done’?