Lenny - On He Grows!

It was such a beautiful sunset the other night before we went out, we grabbed the camera and decided to take some photos of Lenny in the setting sunlight. 

 

I had a weird outfit on that emphasised how large the rear end is getting and I quickly got changed (again) into a loose black shirt before we headed out the door.  Mr D was so understanding. We were meant to be out the door at 6pm. Come 6.30pm I was still throwing discarded outfits across the room and hadn't even started on my face paint. I had clothes strewn all over the place, and would pause every so often, sit down on the bed in a huff and let out a "nothing fits!" sigh. So pathetic. Then my nesting bug would kick in "oh look at this room! there are clothes everywhere, it's a mess, I need to refold everything in my drawers and rehang everything and... and..." 

Mr D would give me a nice big hug to settle the situation and tell me I looked beautiful and said he'd help me tidy the room in the morning...but seriously let's go. He was trying so hard to be understanding. I know it drives any guy mental when his partner is taking forever to get ready for a night out, but he didn't let it show.

He called me outside, mid frantic outfit changes to look at the beautiful sunset and said we had to get some photos of Lenny Lump. I'm glad we did. I wasn't feeling very photo ready, but it's more about this swelling belly and the sun saying goodbye. 

 

I love this photo of Lenny and Uncle Z, despite me appearing to have no neck. Uncle Z is so excited about Lenny. The other night he danced for him and his Uncle Mikki for so long. My whole stomach was moving and wriggling from side to side. It verged on a scene from aliens, but still cute. The uncles like to feel him kick.

Rich Banker Fridays. It's our thing

A few weeks ago one of my best friends moved back over from NZ (Picture below from last Friday) and we decided to have a bit of a get together at her new house (conveniently 2 minutes up the road). It was meant to be a few wines with the girls and a good old catch up. It turned into too much wine, something fizzy in a jug, vodka and imitation lime and of course chicken nuggets on the way home. 

We set off with good intentions but somehow ended up in the seediest backpacker bar that Sydney has to offer... you can check it out here. It was filled with 20 year old UK backpackers and little boys with way too much confidence and girls that had been drinking beer for a few too many months. All in all quite an amusing situation. After that it was off to good old McDonalds for a late night feed... this was quite a common activity at Uni however I must admit this was a bit of a blast from the past, an over rated blast from the past. 

Anyway this Friday we got together again at a much more civilized bar and really did stick to the wines. We had it all under control until we hit the action room. The action room is really a location worthy of it's own post but to put it simply it is a room filled with feisty cougars and lots of very intoxicated people. Once you hit the action room, staying sober and civilized becomes a thing of the past and it is all downhill from there...

A few vodka and sodas later it was off to get a pie for the walk/stumble home. My friend was lucky and picked up........ not a rich banker but the next best thing; Salt and pepper shakers, good steal (She also now has a bag full of salt and pepper). 

Preggo sis here: I miss wine. I would like a nice cold glass of savignon blanc with my sister and then some chicken mcnuggets at 1am.

On a trip to Sydney a few years back, I partied with these girls while they were at uni. I say 'partied' but I more supervised and stood there totally dumbfounded while I watched my sister, after a few drinks riding a mechanical bull, dressed as a cowgirl. Uni students are crazy, they can consume a lot of alcohol and crap food and then do it all again the next day. It's incredible. I felt like such an old maid oh and It was a Wednesday! 

 

Things that make me miss home

So over the long Easter weekend I thought I would take the opportunity to come home by myself! No Mr C with me this time, just me and me doing whatever I wanted at home. Now the problem with going home is that it makes it very hard to leave again, lucky Mr C needed me otherwise i'm not sure I would have boarded that plane to come back again.....

My BIG pregnant sister- When I saw her I couldn't believe it! My big sister was actually pregnant with a pregnant tummy... I know it sounds crazy but I thought she looked like she was just stuffing her top to make a big belly, I seriously couldn't believe it, I had to keep poking it to see if it was real (sorry Lenny). It was so nice to have time with her just the two of us hanging out, I definitely miss her the most out of anything. She sends me pics like this to show me how big Lenny is getting.

These people- I got to catch up with my best friends from school and it was amazing. It is crazy we don't talk for months at a time and then when we all come together it is like no time has passed and nothing has changed. The whole night I was so happy and excited but also so sad at the same time, just wishing that I could bring them all back to Sydney with me. We went to this place called Everybodys, it was amazing!

My big fat cat Mikki- I miss this guy so much. He gives the best cuddles and just loves to be center of attention. I keep asking Mr C for a cat in Sydney and it is a firm NO. It is probably a good thing though because no cat will every be as good as Mikki.

Treats- My Mum is amazing. She is so little yet our house is stacked with treats. There were easter eggs in every flavor, shape and size scattered all around the house. Fortunately I did not over indulge but it was a challenge!

Dinners at the big Dining Table- This dining table makes me so happy! I love when everyone packs around it and there is copious amounts of delicious food and of course lots of wine. I did not get a picture of the dinner but these older pics give an idea of the fun we have.



Mum and Dad- I miss these guys. I was lucky enough to be blessed with two very amazing and fun parents and I was stupid enough to run away and leave them behind! I love being able to sit down and have a chat with them they always make me feel great.

This is only a snapshot of what I miss about home there are too many things to explain! Maybe next time I should write a list of why I love my other home.

Also I got a promotion!!.....so I guess I will be here for a little while longer. More on that next time. 

Baby Brain...

Ok, I take it back. I admit, I never really believed baby brain existed, especially during pregnancy. I thought it was something that came perhaps after you had the baby and are stumbling through the days and nights, barely existing.

This week it hit home that my brain may not be up to it's normal speed. I keep a notebook full of notes and appointments, as well as having diary entries on my iphone synced to my desktop computer... to ensure I don't forget anything. Since I've been pregnant I suddenly have so many appointments?

So it's 4.45pm and I'm rushing out the door to head home and get ready for my first pregnancy yoga class, I can't find my keys. Then I remember, oh. I don't have a car. It is still at the garage getting serviced. Riiiggghhhttt.... ok.

On route to the mechanic, I ring my friend to say, "Hey, change of plans, I'll meet you there... and can you pick up my gym clothes from my house on your way?" . A quick call to the brother in law extraordinaire to pack my gym bag. He can't find my normal fat pants, and finds my old gym pants...They'll do. I hope. Oh shit, can I actually still fit those? Fingers crossed the muffins will be contained. I hang up the phone, still on route to the mechanic but feeling on top of things. Breathe...

Oh what's that? A missed call and voicemail. "Hi Victoria, it's insert fake name here from insert bank name here. We had an appointment at 4.30pm today, just wondering how you're getting along"... Well obviously I'm not getting along, quick check of the clock, 4.55pm. Shit.

Is this... baby brain?

So I make it to yoga, squeeze my recently enlarged squishy toosh and muffins into my old gym pants and set about mmmmmming and breathing for an hour.My brain finally catches up.

Feeling rested, I head off to bed circa 9.30, look online for some houses to live in, please house, come to me, discuss some loose life plans with Mr D. Cuddle my lovely cats, go to the toilet (about ten times) and finally take off into dream land.

And then it begins... a night of dreams, where I forget I have to be places, uncontrollably gag in a butchers shop, spend $440 on meat, leave it in the shop, back into a car, give that person my card, twice, who mentions, "ahhh you already gave me this?" looks at me like I'm an idiot and so it continues, all night. Seriously!!!??? baby brain IN MY DREAMS? You must be joking.

Judging Books Purely by Their Cover.

I rediscovered the library recently,. I've been trying to come up with hobbies that make me physically chill out and relax so I don't completely outdo myself whilst growing this little guy. Reading seemed like a pretty fail safe option. I got sick of reading pregnancy books, they just make you either freak out, or trick you into thinking you're prepared for birth... when really you're not... AT ALL...

Anyway...

So I grab books off the shelf at the library totally based on their cover, it's so much fun. I don't need to agonise over what to choose because I'm paying $40 for the book. Is this plot something I would find interesting? That main character sounds annoying already, will she be annoying? and on it goes... book goes back on the shelf.

But not at the library. At the library I walk quickly down the aisles grabbing anything that looks interesting, usually with curly font type, plots based around a love triangle, or something equally as riveting, not sure if I'm liking it or not, but throwing it in my tote bag anyway... and it's free! There are no financial consequences, no regrets. When I get home I like to go through each one and decide what to read first.. if I'm not feeling it a few pages in I'll dismiss the book to the floor and start on the next one.

So I've spent the last few weeks judging books purely based on their cover, and I'm loving it. Such a rebel. How exciting is my life! It's the little things though right?...

So here's Lenny at 23 weeks. Taking up a lot of room and feeling heavier each day. His kicks are amazing. His decision to rest periodically on my bladder, not so amazing. But all-in-all he is amazing.

This past week has been rather exhausting. Nothing I'm sure when compared to actual parenthood, but still...
With working full time, house hunting, getting organised and trying find to fit everything else in, I'm left feeling a little drained. Enough complaining from me though. Most of the time I feel great, I just sometimes push myself too far and need to learn to listen to my body and Lenny a little more.