The S Word


Sleeping Beauty

I’ve had an on-going battle with sleep since I was a few weeks pregnant. If it’s not not being able to sleep on my front, it’s having weird-ass dreams that have exhausted me by the time I wake up.

But for the past 3-6 weeks I’ve had incredible hip pain that effects my sleep to the degree that it wakes me every hour or so after first turning over. If I go to bed around 9.30pm/10pm I’ll likely wake with hip pain around 2am. I turn over, but then wake again about an hour later. This continues until I have to get up for work at 6am or until I naturally wake up at 8am.

I’m exhausted and quite frankly fed up. I now dread going to sleep in fear of the pain I’m going to face or the fact that I’m going to wake up exhausted – it’s starting to make me feel quite anxious about going to bed.

I’m doing everything I can to make sure my joints are well exercised (by keeping mobile) and that my hips are well aligned when I sleep (by using my body pillow) but nothing really seems to be working now.

On top of this, I’m also getting random bouts of cramp that seems to occur on my shin, my calf, or both. Again, I make sure I don’t cut off my circulation and I wear bed socks to make sure my feet don’t get too cold (both common causes for cramp).

I don’t know what to do. I know I don’t have long left until Beansprout arrives – which will hopefully stop the hip pain – but hip related sleep deprivation is only going to turn into feeding related sleep deprivation!

S is now even trying to assist me in getting a good nights sleep. Last Saturday, she created a “pit” for me downstairs in the lounge whilst I was upstairs. It looked amazing and was super comfy…

It was like an old school sleepover – S even set up a camp next to the sofa on the floor using an old sofa-bed mattress to keep me company (even though I insisted she stayed in our bed). She just wanted to keep my company – it was very very sweet.

I must admit, I lasted longer than my usual 2am get up, but by 3am I had to turn over which then resulted in my hourly roll overs. I did, however, wake up refreshed.

I know a lot of ladies have had a lot worse sleep-related issues, so I don’t want to complain too much, but this is really starting to get me down. If anyone has any ideas or natural remedies, then let me know!


Having Fun With The Bump

We are at that stage in the pregnancy where it seems that beansprout is definitely interacting with us.

Since about week 18 we have felt movements from the little one, but gradually over the following weeks those movements have increased from tiny little flutters that only K could feel to what can only be described as a scene from Alien.  Her whole belly now moves. Sometimes it’s a limb moving across the stomach or it’s her whole belly jolting.

I thought it was great fun before, sitting there waiting with baited breath for the next kick to appear, but now it’s even better! Beansprout reacts to when we make a noise or draw patterns on the bump using our fingers, which means we can see/feel them almost, whenever we want to.

IMG_6331My favourite thing at the moment is blowing raspberry’s on K’s bump, as (normally) it gets an almost instantaneous reaction from him/her.  Go ahead, try it – it might take a few attempts, but the reaction is worth it.

Have you got any tips or tricks you found got your baby to play?


226 days in…

Well what can I say, the last 226 days have been filled with joy and laughter, tiredness and tears, and not to forget frustration and impatience.  Yes, I’m talking about K.

(To all the Partners reading this – if you’re just embarking on this joy ride, keep in mind that you are going to have to put up with a lot of emotions. Think of that singular week every month you have to put up with, and times it by 10 (million)).


In all seriousness, it really isn’t just an emotional journey for your Wife, it’s an emotional journey for you, whether male or female.  It’s one that I would recommend, if you have the opportunity, to prepare yourself for in advance – don’t just hope that it’ll be okay. In most cases it will be, but there will be times where you will want to throttle your partner for driving you up the wall for no reason. I know I have.

Sometimes you’ll get the message, plain and clear (pregnant women aren’t afraid to be blunt). Other times, it’s like trying to get a message out of lassie. Sure, she’s mean and may be snapping at you for not doing something you weren’t aware you had to do, but what she may not be telling you is that she’s in a lot of pain and may not want to tell you (K seems to think this is a sign of weakness), so is snapping at you instead out of frustration.

With just over 7 weeks until this bomb hits, the full realisation of what awaits has started to set in. You’ll have to ask K about how she thinks I’ve coped with the impending doom of sleepless nights, and endless dirty nappies. Watch out for the photographic evidence that my life has turned to s***.

I’ve done my best to stand by K and help her through whatever emotions she has felt, it hasn’t always been easy; and yes there has been times when her requests have felt like they were just plain pushing her luck, and some of her outbursts have pushed me closer and closer to the edge, but I honestly wouldn’t change the last 32 weeks for anything.

K is currently putting her body through so much stress to create a family for us, and that is really important to remember as the partner. Although it was a joint decision to start this process, I’ve got the easy job.

So – if you’ve just got in from work and sat down to relax from the long day, any request that your partner has – just do it!!! It’s not exactly a hardship, unless she wants you to redecorate the house… now. Whether it’s offering to make her lunch for the following day (especially if it means she can then get up a few minutes later), getting her a glass of water, or turning your house upside down because she can’t remember where she left something – it’s the least you can do.  It’s worth it, just to keep her relaxed, and when she’s relaxed, baby is relaxed.


Organising a Nursery with OCD

Last weekend, S built the nursery furniture for Beansprout whilst I got on with washing all the clothes ready to be put away.

Clothes piles

It was a mountain of a task, but we did it! Apart from the Cot, it’s practically done!

Nursery 1 Nursery 2

The washing and the building was actually the least of my worries as I was the one who was eventually going to have to organise putting all the clothes away. I knew it would take me a while and S knew it was no good trying to assist me as she knew I would have to get everything just “right”.

As you may know from previous posts, I suffer with OCD. It’s not the OCD that people jest about when their rooms are a little tidy, or the OCD that means their work is always perfect – it’s the OCD that means a simple task of putting children’s clothes away can take hours due to the fact that the organisation of it all has to be just right otherwise it’ll look untidy, and not right. If not right, the mistakes will then scream at you from a closed door like a fire alarm running out of batteries.

I am fully aware that the way I arrange the drawers and wardrobe won’t last long, and you would think this would assist in how much effort I put into organising them now, however it doesn’t. For the little time that it will stay organised I’m happy –  at least it was tidy at one time. MY brain will just accept that the baby is more important and as long as the clothes are clean then thats what will matter. I don’t know why my brain will of a sudden change but it will – I guess I’ve sold it a good argument. At the moment, however, that room has to be presentable to a standard so that if Prince George fancied popping over to play, he could – just as long as he didn’t touch anything.

So, here’s how my brain works…

I have 3 drawers available to me. In the first drawer will be accessories like socks, mittens, hats, and booties, all organised thanks to drawer dividers from IKEA. Perfect. In the second drawer I will have all the baby grows and sleep-suits (we have that many). In the third, all clothes like t-shirts, leggings, and jogging bottoms.

In the second drawer, I will have 3 categories: 0-3, 3-6, and 6-12 in one drawer. Simple. No. The trouble with the baby clothes we have is that they’re not just in categories of 0-3, 3-6, and 6-12. Thanks to H&M we have 0-3, 1-2 (H&M), 2-4 (H&M), 3-6, 4-6 (H&M), 6-9 (H&M), and 6-12 so trying to organise the clothes into piles was very difficult (for me anyway).

The 1-2 can also sit amongst the 0-3, and the 4-6 can sit amongst the 3-6. But where does the 2-4 sit? In the 0-3 or the 3-6? Brain overload. On top of this, the 0-3 pile is a huge pile and doesn’t fit as one pile in the drawers so I then have to organise the 0-3 into correct “catgegories” so that I can justify why they’re in separate piles. Thankfully, I was able to organise the 0-3 sleep-suits into 3 separate piles: White, White with pattern/logo, and colour. Simple.

The other drawers pretty much went along like the above, except that because there was less physcial clothing it went in a lot easier.

You may laugh, or think I’m crazy but I can’t help it. I don’t like being like this, it drives me mad.

I was exhausted after completing this.

First Drawer

See how the socks have even been split??

Second Drawer


It took me hours, literally hours, just because I couldn’t make my bloody head accept anything else other than what was “right”. Everything had to have a place, everything had to make sense. If it didn’t, I didn’t feel right. Sure, the room looks spotless and everything is neat and tidy but it took me a long time – time I don’t have (although in reality I did have the time as I had to make time knowing full well what I’d be like). I should have been able to fold things way, put into relatively good piles so that you can find something easily and move on. No. I had to get it into categories.

S tries so hard in making me feel better about my OCD; she tells me how amazing everything always looks after I’ve given it the once over, and how all the effort I put into everything will be a good message for beansprout and how they’ll take pride in making everything perfect, but I can’t help that it will one day it’ll actually reflect badly on beansprout. I don’t want them picking these little neurotic tendencies up and having to organise their alphabet spaghetti into alphabetical order before eating it, for example (I don’t do that, by the way). I will try hard to hide it and act “normal” but I may not be able to hide the things I don’t know I’m doing.

I know I am getting better as I’m now more tolerant when things go wrong or if something hasn’t “fit” but it’s little things at the moment – there’s no way I could have not organised the nursery drawers the way I did.

Over time I’m training myself knowing that having a baby will mean that days won’t go to plan and that pile of washing will have to wait, but it still hurts knowing I have to do this at all.

Anyone else in the same boat? How have you coped with your OCD when having a baby?



Following a very honest post from Eventual Momma, I’ve decided to join in and share my hidden “gems” of pregnancy.  By no means is this a rant, it’s more of an amusing little entry about the fun and games of pregnancy. We all know the obvious things that come with pregnancy, but these are the ones people seem to “forget” or not mention. So I am.

I’ve always had a pretty good nose – I could always tell what S was cooking even before I got through the front door, however during pregnancy; smells such as body odour (including my own), gone off food, and things I didn’t know had an odour regularly invade my space. Some smells that I once used to enjoy have now become a stomach churning nightmare!

Back Ache
It’s still there, but now it comes and goes without warning. One minute I’m happily waddling (I waddle now) down the road, not carrying anything or walking that fast, and I get a sharp pain across my rump. It stops me dead in my tracks (one time half way across the road) and I can’t move until it relaxes.

I’ve not had many food aversions apart from the physical look of scrambled egg. I’m happy with a fried egg or egg mayo, but no scrambled. Everything else has been relatively normal and for that I’m very grateful. I’ve not had any major nausea apart from early on and that was usually sorted with a ginger biscuit before getting up. The only things I really craved were pickled items such as gherkins, onions, and beetroot. Bugger knows why.

Your bowels will change their dynamic regularly throughout pregnancy. Prior to pregnancy, I was quite proud of my iron stomach, however now I really don’t know what to expect every morning. I don’t even have to eat gone off food (not that I have) before I feel a little “upset”, especially with rich and/or overly salty foods such as Turkey. The only thing I am grateful for at the moment is the fact that I’m now very regular.

It happens – a lot. Both ends. I can’t even blame the dog now as even he moves off the sofa.

Memory and Baby Brain
I haven’t made a correlation as to whether my memory loss occurs when I’m particularly tired but at the moment I really suffer with baby brain. I can be half way through a conversation and words are beyond me – I forget what I’m saying or I forget the name of the thing I was referring to. It’s highly frustrating and the more I think about said item, the further it goes. S is really sweet and patiently awaits for my brain to engage although sometimes it’s been a good 5 minutes which is a long time!

During the first 12 weeks I had zero energy, that was expected and I dealt with it. After 15 weeks I got my energy back and it was great, however now my energy really fluctuates. Some days I can get up in the morning, make some breakfast and put a wash on and I’m almost asleep. Other days, like New Years, I can be up from 9am, cook breakfast, walk the dog, quickly hoover the house, and I’m still up and raring to go at 1am!

Leading on nicely from energy… the first to the beginning of the second trimester, it was a no thanks. I was tired, achey and felt fat. I was also conscious of a very tiny beansprout. End of second trimester, however, and into the third – yes please.

We’re told our hair and nails will grow rapidly during pregnancy but to be honest I’ve actually found my head hair slowing down in growth which is an absolute godsend as I’m forever getting my hair cut or putting half a tub of product in to tame the beast. “Other” hair, however, is growing like I’m rolling around in fertiliser. I can shave my legs and by 2 days later you wouldn’t have known it, I almost start itching from growth on my underarms a few hours after shaving!

Whats worse is that I’m now having difficulty bending over, so don’t even talk to me about what I’m going to do “down there”.

They say that hunger will subside after the first trimester and come back slightly in the third as the baby grows at a faster rate, but for me it’s never stopped. I can eat a relatively good breakfast containing wheat or carbs and 2 hours later I’m starting to get hungry. I usually have milk or juice with breakfast, not to mention regular water breaks, however nothing can keep the hunger away for any longer than 2 hours – and don’t get me started on days when I’ve been active!
It’s really got me down sometimes as I really don’t want to work my socks off trying to get ay excess weight off, I also don’t feel very sexy in myself. I guess it’s something that has just affected me a lot more – I haven’t noticed a massive gain on my face or arms, and S hasn’t noticed anything, but I guess this bump will always divert the attention away from anywhere else – I guess we’ll have to see the damage after beansprout arrives.

The third trimester is by far the best trimester,. You feel sexy, your energy is somewhat returning, you have a nice bump (which people will still remind you of) and it’s not long until the arrival.

Although I have less than 12 weeks to go now, I feel bad that I haven’t shared more of these updates; they really have been fun to read back on. I’ve also been taking weekly bump photo’s but again I feel bad and wish I’d thought of something more creative when taking them. Nevertheless, they’ve been fun to look back on so I highly recommend getting into the habit of taking them if you’re currently pregnant, your beautiful body really does change – and quickly!


2014 in review

I’ve seen a couple of these flying around and just found out where to find ours this afternoon. It’s probably not very interesting for you guys to read but it’s certainly something that I can look back on over the years.

I just find it interesting to see how our blog has developed! We never planned it to become something “big”, it was just meant to be a place where we could document our journey, little did we know where it would be over a year later!

Anyway… here is our 2014 in review…

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 11,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.