Me, myself and I
Cooked my cooker
So I melted my rice cooker today… I needed a place to put it and it ended up on the stove top, which is usually fine except I forgot to turn off the burner first.
I blame it on my lack of sleep, for which Cameron is to blame as he kept me up from 1:45am to 4:45am last night. (The little tyrant decided that 7 hours was enough sleep and it was time to wake up and play.)
Luckily the rice had already cooked or I would’ve been extra peeved off as it was dinner time and I had mouths to feed!

Cooked my rice cooker
Dear TV Companies
Dear TV companies (yes I’m talking to you TVNZ, TV3, Sky etc.)
Can you please stop playing your advertisements so much louder than the shows they’re interrupting?
I normally don’t mind ads, but there are those that are so loud they make my baby sitr and me change channels straight away. Or I mute them. And I’m not the only one either.
If your ads weren’t so annoyingly loud, you wouldn’t lose your audience and the ads would be much more effective.
Thanks for listening – or should that be “THANKS FOR LISTENING!!”.
Two weeks to go!
In less than 14 days I’m going to be a mother of two. That’s scary. I’ve been wondering whether I’m ready to be a mum again. Things with Abby were just getting to the point where I could start being myself again: wearing prepregnancy clothes; having proper sleep; having time and energy to do things like crafting, socialising and being my husband’s wife; basically having a life again!
I have a terrible cold at the moment so it’s been even harder to accept that soon I will be awake every three hours to feed a screaming baby as well as look after an active toddler (as well as running a household and keeping myself sanitary!).
As for the pregnancy, I’m over it! I want this baby out as soon as possible, but hopefully after this cold’s subsided. My joints ache, my stretch marks have stretch marks, I can’t breathe properly even more so because of congestion, I have indigestion, and am literally sick and tired!
In saying all that, I’m so excited to meet the boy (we have yet to decide on a name) and love him as we love Abby. I know it’s going to be very hard for a little while, but we will have two little darlings who will grow up as best friends and practically look after themselves. Hooray for optimism! (And the labour will be quick and easy no doubt, lol.)

38 weeks and two to go
Four weeks to go!
Only four weeks to go until Abby’s little brother is due!
We’ve decided that we’ll let things progress naturally and if nothing happens by 39 and a half weeks then it’ll most likely be an elective caesarian.
Since the beginning of this pregnancy, I can’t help but make comparisons with when I was pregnant with Abby. So far, it’s been exactly the same in terms of how I’m feeling (only minor nausea in the first trimester, a great second trimester, and a tiring uncomfortable third). Fortunately I’ve not had carpel tunnel like last time, and no swollen hands or feet (though this will probably eventually happen).
However this time around I’ve had a lot more aches and pains in my pelvic joints, and am experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions which I didn’t have with Abby. The baby boy seems to be a lot more active too. Currently he’s having fun pushing downwards and making me think he’s going to drop out!

33 weeks - boy belly on the left, Abby's on the right

Now at 36 weeks on the left, and with Abby on the right
As for the belly, it’s certainly a different shape. Abby was more rugby ball shaped, and this one is more soccer ball. Apparently that’s usual due to the relaxed muscles the second time around. I’m still getting the “it’s a boy belly” comments from people purely based on the shape. (Mum was convinced Abby was going to be a boy based on how I was carrying, even though the scan already showed it was a girl.)
My belly feels bigger and much more stretched but that may be because the belly’s all pointing out front and not spread out like before. I’ve got quite a few more stretch marks around my belly button than last last time too. I think this boy is gonna be a big one. According to my mum, I should avoid taking evening showers/baths or else the baby will be too big – lol! Another of her old wives’ tales that I have to put up with, *sigh*.

