Dreaming of being here...

... instead of at work. Damn reality!

Not long to wait though, this time on Friday work will be a distant memory and we will be sitting on that sun lounger soaking up the sites and sipping cocktails, I mean mocktails... can't wait!

Oh my God

How gorgeous is this kitchen (and that blue)!

Note to self: must stop daydreaming about how big a kitchen I could have if we moved back to Oz. Be content already!

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Wowzaz!

Don't ask me why the hell am I looking at pictures of swimmers in my current state (i.e. 5 months pregnant...) but I couldn't resist posting this pic. These swimmers are absolutely divine! When I need my next diet inspiration (like today I guess, cept I am taking 9 months off), I will stick a pic of these on my inspiration board.

Wowzaz!

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PS. As an after note, my husband just hilariously revealed his ever so practical nature, and it had me in stitches. We are off to Thailand next week for 9 nights (babymoon time, bring.it.on!) anyway, I have been meaning to try my swimmers on for days now to make sure they still fit. When I did this post I called hubby over to show him how incredibly beautiful these swimmers were and the only thing he had to say "don't think you would like to swim with those big tassels hanging off you..." to which I promptly replied (complete with full visual of Thailand next week in my head "I don't think they are intended for swimming laps, more like swanning around a resort pool looking incredibly gorgeous". Sometimes men just don't get it do they:)

What do you think?

So this whole boy thing has got me thinking about nursery themes/colours...

Last year during our trip to Paris, I spotted the most adorable window display for a children's shop called Zef Piccolo. I took some pics (sorry, don't have them now to post unfortunately) and always thought that if we had a boy, I would love to use the colour scheme from that window display (navy, red and white - with stars and stripes).

Whilst I still LOVE the idea, I have googled, and Ohdeedoh'ed, and project nursery'ed for some inspiration using this colour scheme, but have really turned up a blank. The only real images/ideas in these colours tend to be nautical themes, and that's not what I am after.

In my quest however, I did stumble across the pinwheels above (which I promptly purchased) from the lovely Etsy store ElizabethSt. I must say that I am a bit partial to this colour scheme, and may be persuaded to change tact. What do you think?

The paper is from Anna Griffin. I am on the hunt to see whether she also produces the prints in fabric. That would be too easy wouldn't it! Will let you know how I go...

It's a boy!

I seriously can't believe it. Think I am still in shock...

On Wednesday we went for the morphology scan and most importantly found out that the little one seems to be perfect (as far as they can tell that is). We also found out that the little one is a boy!

I have always wanted a little girl (sorry, but it must be said). Since I fell pregnant I have had a very strong feeling that it was a boy. Thankfully I have spent the past 5 months thinking it was a boy and mentally preparing myself for this... or so I thought. Before you judge me, let me explain that of course I don't care what sex the baby is, I only care that it is happy and healthy. But because there are so many girls in my family, and because I have two young sisters, I only know girls. I didn't intentionally want a girl, I just naturally thought that that's what we would be having.

Well despite having spent the last 5 months thinking I was having a boy, when the doctor confirmed my suspicions on Wednesday, I have to say I was a little shocked. Seems I must have still held a little inkling of hope deep inside that it would be a girl. We have spent the past couple of days getting used to the news, and to be honest, we are thrilled!

Boys are always so close to their mummies, and they are much easier to handle in their teenage years! All that ahead of us, but for now, let the shopping begin...

Nursery colour schemes

Without knowing the "flavour" y.e.t. we haven't fixed any colour schemes for the nursery. We do have a few ideas floating around in our heads, and are quite fixated on navy, red and white if it is a boy. But what about a girl...

We don't want pastels, and definitely don't want all pink (although there will certainly be some pink!). I stumbled across this pic on Emma's blog yesterday. It is from here. I LOVE it - the right amount of girly cutsie without being too girly or cutsie, know what I mean?

Little HB

I can't tell you how relieved I was to finally hear our little ones heartbeat (HB) yesterday. In previous scans we had certainly seen it's little HB, but it wasn't till yesterday that we actually heard it.

Ever since the first scan, our bub has been nicknamed HB, simply because right from the start the doctors have always commented on what a strong (and fast) HB our baby has.

Seems odd then that I have spent the past two weeks worried that it may have stopped ... when the doctor asked if everything was ok (we didn't actually need the appointment yesterday), I explained that we were just being paranoid first timers who needed reassurance that the little one was doing fine. It had been 7 weeks since our last scan, and to be honest, it was just too long.

Whilst we didn't get to see the little one, it was so re-assuring to know that he/she is doing fine.

Is this weird? Am I weird?

My belly is growing so I know I should feel re-assured, but I have heard/read so many heartbreaking stories about couples losing their bub around the 17 week mark, and I am sure I had almost convinced myself that we would be one of those. Does that make me morbid? I had no signs that anything was wrong - well except the lack of pregnancy symptoms, which I can hear you all say I should actually be rejoicing about! Now that we have gone the longest stint between scans, we are back to the regular 4 week scan, so here's hoping for no more freak-outs.

I walked out of the doctors and back to work yesterday with a little skip in my step rejoicing in the fact that I might actually be a mummy one day soon, that I was still pregnant, and that we might actually make it all the way and be blessed with a little bubba at the end. I don't know why this is so hard for me to accept, like it might be stolen from me at any minute. Perhaps its about control? Something is happening in my body/life which I have no control over. Maybe I simply can't handle not being in control? Could that be it? I guess that's what faith is for then right? And perhaps because my faith is not the strongest, I am having trouble believing that everything will be ok. Who knows?

There are some big questions there, might have to ponder this one a bit longer... for the moment, I am just going to stop worrying and enjoy being pregnant:)

Image from here