Boobie Trapped!

So today is Bebe A's 2 week birthday... Happy birthday to us!

It is here that I can tell you how happy I am... we both are... I smile during the middle of the night whilst I change a stinky nappy but one thing that doesn't have me smiling is Breast Feeding... the blisters are not funny...

If I compare the pain of the C-Section to my sore boobies - I take the pain of them slicing me any day...
Yet I preserver - I have questioned my madness at continuing this practice - well I cant stop now (we just spent a lot of money on an expressing machine and I need to get my use from it).

I can tell you that nursing Bebe A has taken over my life and I don't mean the 2 to 3 hour feeds. I look at babies, toddlers, children, teenagers and adults and ask out loud were you breast fed? did your mother struggle or was it easy? Or the mommies out there; was breast feeding easy? did you have booby pain? 

Some of us - not me - are lucky to "nip the crying, hungry baby in the bud" others (queue me) have to feel the pain as the baby settles in for a feed.

Thank goodness for Facebook - this keeps me going in the wee wee hours of the morning...

So for now my next challenge is having to Breast feed my baby in public, with a cover of course, but how does one do this in a ladylike manner I ask you? How do I do this without feeling like a tit!

a note to bebe a (that somehow never got posted onto the blog)

In less than 24 hours we will be parents... are we scared yes? are we excited yes? all these emotions... are we ready? well, umm...
We can promise you that we will do the best we can at this parenting thing and remember that it is very new to us. We promise to protect and love you infinity and a day.
We can't wait to meet you Bebe A.


We love you already
Momma and Daddy A
x  x  x

BeBe A's Shower



It was a surprise and there were tears in my eyes.... How cool is the cake?



“Dr Horton heard there was to be a little hoo!

So he sent me to entertain you!”



“I brought Thing 1

And Thing 2

And a fish

In a dish!”

just a 100th of the pressies that we got... even the DIY project was hot!

More pics to follow... we partied hard - Who has a nappy pinata at a Baby shower? pick me! pick me!

“I am so parched, but don’t give me milk I am lactose intolerant!” Dr Suess on the day... so of course wine it would be as she entertained me :)

Not for sensitive readers... 8 a Bebe!

As I entered my 8 month of being pregnant I realised that Gaviscon tastes good with everything! Heartburn is not my friend especially waking up in the middle of the night needing to stack pillows as high as the ceiling - one hint of my head being parallel to the bed invokes a burning nausea.

A typical night’s “sleep”:

9pm                       fall asleep

9:10pm                wake up go to the toilet

10:00pm               eventually get comfortable, get my breath back

10:42pm               wake up from a horrible noise (what was that) oh wait it was me snoring

10:57pm               still getting comfortable have managed to get my breathing down to a normal rate no rushing to hospital for an oxygen mask for me…

1am                       wake up to pee

3am                       took 20minutes to get comfortable but need to wake up and go for a…you guessed it… Wee!

And so this continues till the sunrises. My husband is disliking me so much… like I enjoy sleeping on my sides that continue to get numb and ache… that I enjoy breathing through my mouth as my nasal passages make their own little song as I try breath in and out…         

It is during the 8^th month that I love my incredible boobies… I do not love my “cankles” (calves and ankles have merged into one) they have pretty much formed by the end of me getting ready for work in the morning.

What does upset me is when people say: “shame look how swollen your feet look” - when it so happens on days where I am having the “better-non-fat-feet” day.

Still loving the fact I have no muffin top...

"i show you muffin top"

Any top I wear makes me feel great… no fat rolls for me No sirree! The love handles are no more; I haven’t had this great experience since I was 14 years old ( I refer to that as the good ol’ I mean… good young days)

It is also during this time where a pain starts pressing on my groin… the pressure hurts…and I think that is why a lot of pregnant women have a waddle or a special camel walk… it’s all about creating momentum as you put your first foot forward and continuing in said fashion until desired location even if it to the loo.

Last but not least the ever expanding belly/bebe makes you realise how much one cannot take gravity for granted it is here that stopping exercise wasn’t the best idea. I did mention to my husband that I shouldn’t have a bath if he wasn’t around and his response was simple “why are you scared you will get to a point where you can’t get out the bath” as insulted as I was the answer was a simple “yes!”

Bebe A’s Baby Shower was a definite Pregnancy high and I will be posting pictures soon…