Category: Life

Due to a bout of mastitis and not much sleep, I am left with nothing more to share with you than photos. I’m getting better now, but I still can’t stand up for any longer than 2 minutes at a time. It’s day two on antibiotics so fingers crossed tomorrow is better.

Summer gives us good sunsets.

Unfortunately for Isaac, Daddy does not possess boobs. Pity really.

Isaac and his Great-Great-Grandmother.

Amy has a feather! LOOK DADDY! A FEATHER! So he rather obligingly snapped a photo of Amy holding it.

I like bumblebees. A lot. Actually, I like my camera a lot too.

Nan’s garden is full of flowers. You all know how much I like flowers. [Nan being my Great-Grandmother]

Thanks HONEY. Oh the pale, I have it.

Daddy and Isaac talking. I think. Who knows really?

See above. Good sunsets.

I could happily snap for hours at Nan’s.

Heh, it’s kind of like Weekly Winners – only not.

Because I have been accused of being ‘stingy’ with the photos.

Breastfeeding: AKA: Drink or drown.

I have an over-active let down. Every time my milk lets down, I end up trying to drown or bathe him in it. Poor kid.

Asleep on the couch with Daddy. They were asleep in almost identical postitions, however Nathan would prefer I not post photos of his nipples on my blog.

Spoilsport.

It’s the last chance to vote for me in the Bloggies if you are that way inclined…

Weekly Winners, as brought to you by the lovely Lotus. I’m still having loads of fun playing with my new camera too.

Cicada that Dad found. Amy thought it was facinating.

Grass.

Seagull.

Flight.

Bathtime!

I was trying to get her to smell it for me. Hehe, things never work as planned.

Jumping.

A bee on the lemon tree at Mum’s.

Lavender.

Mum’s bookshelf.

And before anyone asks, yes, I am still very much pregnant. Ah well, he’ll be out when he’s ready, right? Right?

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I was standing in the bathtub wearing nothing but a bra and track pants when Nathan got home from work this afternoon. Bear in mind that I am about ready to pop, so it can’t have been the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

But I suppose you need some back story.

Dinner tonight was going to be a throw together meal of chicken boccocini. I tend to boil the chicken first so that when I cook it the second time it isn’t A) overtly fatty and B) likely to end up raw in the middle. I have a tendency to poke things while they are cooking, which sausages? Fine. A pot of boiling chicken with bright orange fat floating on the surface? Not so fine. Being the clumsy pregnant woman that I am, I managed to splash myself with bright orange fat.

Not such a big deal, say, if I was wearing one of Nathan’s t-shirts. Instead I was in one of my only (fitting) maternity tops and so I freaked out a little and ran to the bathroom to rub it with soaker and get it in the washing machine.

Trust me, I am not that anal on any other given day.

I rinsed the top in Amy’s bathwater and then realised just how grubby the bath tub was.

And being approximately eleventy months pregnant, I decided that I just couldn’t live with a grotty bathtub for a moment more.

Up until that point, I always thought that the idea of a pregnant woman scrubbing her bathtub by hand was a sort of myth. Not true apparently, because dude, you should have seen me.

I will just remind you I was wearing nothing but a bra and track pants at this point. Perfect bathtub cleaning garments.

I started off just scrubbing with a face washer and Amy’s soapy water. I quickly realised that it was useless (unless I had of wanted to scrape the crud off with my fingernails and honestly, I just wasn’t that committed) and moved on to the big guns.

Bicarbonate Soda.

The BEST cleaning product ever.

Ever.

And I just happened to have bought 2 bags the other day at the supermarket. Prophetic? Probably.

I grabbed a scrubber, threw some bi-carb in the now empty bath and went to town.

45 minutes later, the bath tub was cleaner than I had ever seen it. I was just rinsing all the bi-carby bits down the drain (Bi-carb. Also good for unblocking drains) when Nathan walked in the door and caught me in all my glory.

After his ‘What on earth ARE you doing?’ question, he laughed. And then spent the next 10 minutes snickering at me.

All I can say? Let’s hope that the whole myth of NEEDING to scrub the bath right before you go into labour is not actually a myth. I could definitely handle having this baby out where I can hug and hold him already.

Because if he decides to hang around in there much longer, not only will I need a helluva lot more chocolate in order to cope, but I might decide the bathtub needs cleaning again.

And I’m not sure I could handle that.