Time really flies.
Every time I do one of these ‘Portrait Of A Mother…’ posts I think ‘how has another month gone by already?’
My pregnancy project was 84 entries. I thought I should note that for some reason.
In the whole project how many photos am I really happy with? Probably about 10 right now, but perhaps more – I am not going to go through and count.
It’s a record and as time goes on some entries will make me cringe more and some less. Some photos I will grow to love, some I will love more and some I will tell myself for in some ways or another – ‘I should have done … instead’.
I love when they walk in and B is just super happy to see me.
She doesn’t have much time away from me to miss me…
I think I left the living room at 6.30pm and her bedtime is around 7pm.
Usually I am working during B’s naps, or after she goes to bed and I am normally the closest person to be able to respond to her (though I know it is temporary and she will sleep again). Or like now it is 8am and Tiago has been looking after her since 7am while I did my yoga and a bit of work. I know I should go downstairs soon and give him some time to do something. Or when my Mum is here and she is looking after B and I know she can not stay too long, or we have a baby class to attend anyways.
My diary entry each night usually starts with ‘I am tired’ or some variation of the statement.
I was slow to get into it. My younger sister said it was good, but I was watching 10-15 minutes at a time stretching in the evenings and then I suddenly got into it.
I had worked all through B’s naps so I was shattered.
I knew I would find it harder to watch the episode then do work after. I made the mistake of not getting into bed to watch the rest of the episode after stretching though.
UK and US Drag Race. I feel like there is so much TV to watch, but I should probably have a break now before I find something else to watch. I have stopped reading so much and I would like to get back into it.
I can not be bothered for most of the episode where they are finding stuff. Just show me how much they made or lost!
Fail. Sometimes I am feeding B and I have to carefully try to see what is going on – take B’s bowl away so she doesn’t knock it on the floor/make sure she doesn’t choke.
I love you, but I do not look forward to mealtimes. Breakfast is alright.
Has she eaten enough? Will she sleep through the night? Not sure why I worry really as she has some milk before bed which usually fills her up.
I need to see how much is too much for a baby really. We don’t give her LOADS though.
Well, a lot of toast ends up on the floor and in her ‘pouch’ (where her bib collects food in her lap) along with the egg. The yoghurt did make her more keen though.
If she isn’t hungry then she will not eat it at all. I hope we are not creating a fussy eater, but there are worse things we could be adding to meals than plain yoghurt I think.
10-30 minutes of us getting stressed, then ‘oh yeah, yoghurt!’
Thank you Hydromol (and to our friend who recommended it.)
I wondered why the article was no longer trending. I need to tell Tiago that I was telling lies last night…
I will miss the convenience of online baby classes when we can go to them in person again, though I think they are still planning some online ones for now for people who are unsure about returning to real life classes.
A weird, but true thought – unless I am forgetting other occasions.
Well, one time was without Tiago.
He definitely has. In the car park at the petrol station is another time on his list.
Odd. Remember Eat Out To Help Out?
Cute. She definitely does engage more.
It feels like there should be more to this post, but nope! It’s nearly 8.30am and I need to go to see what T and B are up to!
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