Preggo files #11

Friends, it has officially begun. THE NESTING. But instead of sitting around like this in between pinning nursery ideas…

I am going through all the shit I have been wanting to do around the house since we moved in and wondering if this will be the incentive to get it done? You see cupboard management is NOT my forte. I might always have a clean home, and a tidy everything, behind closed cupboard doors it’s not pretty. I tend to just close the doors and think “I’ll get to it one day” except that one day never comes.

Until now. ALL OF THE ONE DAYS ARE ABOUT TO COME TOGETHER IN A SUPER CELL OF NESTING. Yesterday I tackled our walk in wardrobe and next will be the kitchen cupboards (I did the girls rooms and guest room/linen cupboard a few months ago so I will be ready to tackle that kitchen with gusto. I am pretending that we are selling the house and getting it ready for an imaginary open house. Yes, those levels of cleanliness and de-cluttering. Not used it in 6 months? GONE! I just hope I can keep the momentum up. Also desperate to get the carpets steam cleaned because: the baby would want it right?

Got me wondering about Kate and her nesting instincts? Is there even cupboards that need seeing to at Kensington Palace? Will she be able to wash the new onesies in Lux soap flakes? Can she move furniture around just to see if it might look another way? CAN SHE DROP 3 PAIRS OF SHOES OFF TO THE COBBLER FOR RE-SOLING (man I love that word) TOMORROW LIKE I AM? Or those winter coats to the dry cleaner? Maybe once before…perhaps no more. It’s OK Kate, I’ll do enough for us both.

So I am off to see my ob later this morning which I am THRILLED about. I love hopping on scales and seeing how much weight I have put on, so fun! No really, it will be OK. I have been very busy moving around and trying to stop the intake of food (completely stayed away from baked goods since we got back from holidays) and getting my hit from watching GBBO instead. Yesterday I just read over and over Donna Hay’s vanilla slice recipe whilst stroking my iPhone screen. And I was *this* close to making it “for the family”…

But I cleaned the oven instead! I DID KATE, I DID. Eating merely the fumes of old lamb from the week before.

You totally would have spewed.

So I was reading this week about a special baby product that looked interesting. The baby rumbler! You whack this on the floor and then roll your pram back and forth on it that will put your baby to sleep! Ha! The things that they think of….goodness things have changed in the last couple of years (someone pass me my crochet…back in MY day).

Whilst on Babyology I came across this article on a special that my favourite Sydney hotel The QT has put together. You get a room, access to fancy arse pram, a fancy cot in your room, baby toiletries etc! Can you even believe this is a THING? Such a great idea…might get onto it for my sister and her husband (although if you are in a hotel for a night you probably don’t want a baby with you do you? Then again with feeding etc you don’t really have a choice).

So Carrie is looking FAB in the latest WW isn’t she? Safe to say I am NOT looking that good however over the weekend there were at least 2 comments from people using the word “glowing”. At the time I was running around so there may have been a light sweat forming on my brow, but I will take it. I figure I am in the sweet spot at the moment where I am feeling pretty good, moving around and getting shit done, clothes are fitting, and whilst I haven’t seen my vagina in months, there are no signs of Kimye cankles. As yet. Let’s give it a few more weeks for all that start.

One thing I AM looking forward to after the baby arrives is getting stuck into my career. Like Kim (seen her in her latest work for Prada). She is working hard for the money for North and Kanye and I am never one to let motherhood get in the way of my career.

Yeah she DID Kate.

We’ve all got to make a quid somehow.

Shut the fuck UP I totally forgot to tell you one last thing! Tomorrow I am picking up a new pram! The VERY first thing in the house for the new baby (bar a pair of shoes that Eden bought for the babe in Uganda). A thing! Watch this space re: that pram, it’s the fanciest thing I ever did see (and I haven’t even SEEN it in real life yet) just virtually.

I have also looked on the Ikea website for a few bits and bobs for the baby’s “nursery”. Ie a corner of our bedroom where we will squeeze in a cot, change table and ONE small set of drawers. That’s IT. I am pretending I am going for a minimalist look this time around but it’s actually just a combo of not having space, not being bovvered and knowing that babies don’t need ANYTHING. Oh my how things change with each child that comes along.

Craving: ALL OF THE THINGS and then doing nothing about it. I am SO good! Have been hankering a little for fish – I’ve been guzzling tins of tuna and last night we had salmon. Very good!

Drinking: The odd Capi Sparkling – whether it’s cranberry or ginger it’s mighty good when I can’t face any more soda water. I have also been trying REALLY hard to drink lots of plain old water…I never drink enough. And camomile tea.

Dreaming: I had the WEIRDEST dream the other night where I was completely in the 80’s. Went to a newsagent and could see all the 80’s things: Smash hits magazines, loads of papers to choose to cover my school books in and I eventually decided to purchase Boggle the board game. Remember that one? Even when I paid it was paper 80’s money! And I was all like “Look! Paper 80’s money!”

Worrying: About what item of clothing will weigh the least for the scales this morning, I suppose nudity is out of the question?

Cheers to you friends with a good strong cup of tea and 3 ginger nut biscuits dunked in until just the right moment when there is a slight chew. I like to live on the edge and see how long I can keep them in for, because my life is pretty exciting.

Kate approves.

Typical though! No biscuit or mug to be seen. Sheesh.

What’s the best nesting thing you’ve done? I remember with Daisy I HAD to wash the front door. THE FRONT DOOR. Bonkers!
Been eating well?
Glowing?

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