I am not sure when it started, but I guess during some of her online zoom classes we were supposed to put our kids in a clothes basket or something, so I put B in a box instead.
She was all cute sticking her head out of the top of it, but sadly I won’t be able to do that as I’m too big.
I guess this one will resemble me sitting in a bag in 2012.
Maybe that’s a show idea – me pre-kids in projects, with more recent photos of imitating B but the concepts being similar.
Oh the days where I just had time to be random.
Weird as in it was at first just kind of lying on the floor on its back, and then it started to go up the window trailing liquid.
I had a wasp stuck in my hair the other day at the playground and I could hear it buzzing, I still remained calm though. Tiago likes to swat them away, which I don’t think is a good idea – I have told him that.
I had looked at B and she seemed okay, and didn’t seem obviously stung. It wasn’t like she was waving her finger around or showed it to me.
An eye on the sting. We got a prescription for hydrocortisone again for the neck – she had started to scratch it a lot again, so I thought I had better call.
She really did not seem that bothered apart from when she was looking at the wasp. I think she was just annoyed at the wasp/upset that it had hurt her.
I did closely monitor her after. I am not sure if I have ever been stung by one, but it is good to know that she reacted well to it all.
I always ask her if I can have a cuddle and she ignores me, which is fair enough as I did ask her question and the answer is obviously no. On this occasion though she came to me and it was very lovely, but yeah I don’t want her to get upset/scared frequently just so I can have nice cuddles.
It may or may not be down to me singing the Something Special theme, though now we also play it on our ‘listening device’ and I think she enjoys it a lot more. I also try to make sure she sees me brushing my teeth, so she knows she isn’t the only one who has to do it.
A baby asleep in the arms of a man while he waited outside the toilet. Aww.
Awwwww. It is strange how much they do change in a short space of time.
I am excited to meet the little one, but…
I am not really looking forward to the sensations of it all (heavy boobs, clogged boobs etc.) and feeling like my body is being taken over, but I am sure it will be fine.
We are lucky that B sleeps well at night (due to sleep training), but the time will fly by and then we might be sad that we will never have a little baby again.
I originally wrote ‘they are’ as for a minute I forgot that I know it is a girl and that I will have revealed it by now. Yesterday for some reason I thought I was having a boy. My brain… (I actually only corrected one ‘they are’.)
I need to just get B in her puddle suit and get on with things.
I was relieved when I saw it through the door, and it was not wet. I was worried she had put it in the bin…
I thought I would let her walk as I knew we did not have time to go far, but it’s not great when you don’t have much time. I should have just let her wander…
I had mine last week before the panic buying had kicked in though. *shrug* I think maybe they’re booking in too many booster shots? Who knows.
I used to tell the truth, and get annoyed, so T says just say ‘okay’ and ‘yes’ and it does make things easier.
Roll my eyes.
B does eat fish, and my Nan feeds her meat when she eats – I’m not happy about it, but Tiago wants her to eat meat. This is a bigger topic for another day, that I will probably never revisit as I do not have the energy to.
I’m not saying this stuff to be mean about my Nan. I’m just a bit fed up with being a woman in my 30s and getting told by people what I should and should not eat while pregnant.
(I say intentionally as there have been a few mishaps in restaurants, and in foreign countries – Japan with supermarket rice balls especially – where I have accidentally had a bit of meat or fish.)
The other day he knew I just wanted to eat my dinner in peace (I don’t like to talk much while eating), so he gave Nan some dessert. I like his new strategy. You can’t say it’s mean, as Nan is quite happy with her food/tea.
22 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
I think this time I just know how to get up easier.
Trying to pick stuff off the floor is annoying though.
At a restaurant last night the waitress dropped a fork on the floor. I looked to see what it was and she said ‘don’t worry about it’. I just pointed to my bump (I’m 26 weeks at the time of writing this) and said ‘it would be hard for me anyways’.
I guess I do look at people to see if they look pregnant these days too.
I was thinking about bellies being the main focus again today actually. It is odd. There was an episode of Yakka Dee on and it was all about tummies, which made me think about it.
I feel like though I have felt some tickles this time, it just felt more like kicks earlier on. Maybe it’s to do with where the placenta is?
I haven’t had an ad for a pregnancy shoot yet. Disappointing but maybe it’s because I keep rejecting cookies.
I’m yet to take any bump photos with Tiago this time, but he is busy with work and then sometimes he is watching B while I do a shoot. Actually we have been doing family portraits so I guess that is something? But not a shoot like this anyways.
I still can’t tell the difference between a kick and a Braxton Hicks…
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