32 Weeks
The baby boy is growing a little bigger. I’m getting a little more uncomfortable. And we’re all getting a little impatient as we await his arrival.
Like much of this pregnancy, I’m sure these last eight weeks will go by quickly as we busy ourselves with doctor’s appointments, washing tiny clothes, packing bags and making the most of our last weeks as a family of three.
The moment I saw this shot upload onto my computer screen, I felt like I was suddenly seeing into a crystal ball. Eva didn’t look like a soon-to-be 3-year old, but rather like a 13-year old hanging out with her friend.
Maybe it is the the look in her eyes, or that Mona Lisa smile, or the way she has crossed her legs.
Time, you’re moving too fast!
I missed this girl today.
Meeting after meeting meant that I didn’t get home until after 6pm as opposed to my unusual 3 o’clock finish. I hate days like this. Thankfully, I only have three more working days left until I start maternity leave.
It is true what “they” say, once you have kids, your priorities change. And as much as I love my job, my priority will always be my family.
31 Weeks
At the moment, the weeks seem to run into each other and I find myself wondering where the time has gone. It is hard to believe that in just a few short weeks, our baby boy will be here.
And while generally I’m feeling well, I have moments of utter exhaustion — when either the responsibilities of work, housework or Eva become too much. At this point I’m counting down the days I have left until maternity leave starts —Good Friday!
This time round, I’ve decided not to push myself and finish working a little earlier at 34 weeks. And I’m also going to try and take as much time off as I did with Eva, 1.5 years. That’s the plan anyway. But my 9-month maternity leave with Eva turned into almost 2 years. So who knows!
Already this little one is different from Eva. For one, he sits much lower than Eva did (consequently, no heartburn (yay!); my bladder is a punching bag (boo!). For another (and a slightly worryingly another), he’s a flipper. Mostly he’s head up and sometimes he’s head down. But Eva engaged so early that I never worried about the possibilities of breech with her. On the plus side, my dread at the idea of giving natural birth again has been replaced by the fear that I won’t.
I know it will all work out, and that soon we will have our beautiful boy in our arms watching his big sister kiss his little forehead good night.
Having a little girl has definitely taught me to embrace colour. While my wardrobe may remain primarily filled with neutral tones, more and more pops of colour are entering. I’ve realised how happy that wearing bright clothing can make you. Why should kids have all the fun, right?
What Eva Wore: Dress and Shoes: Seed Heritage, Footless-Tights: Mini-Boden.
Features
Seen Here
Apartment Therapy -- Best Kids Parties: Pretty in Pink
Apartment Therapy -- Eva's Playroom
Little Sooti -- Pretty in Pink Party
Spearmint Baby -- Pretty in Pink 1st Birthday Party
Dear Baby Magazine -- Letters to Eva (pp 68-71)
