Regular blogging and a desk job do not mix for me – hence the sporadic and random blog posts for the past… oh… 2.5 years. Personally when I’m not at work I really don’t fancy sitting at a computer. This isn’t helped by the fact that my lounge room, where my computer is, is freezing. Seriously, I can’t feel my fingers right now. I would get a laptop but they all look a bit evil (“Let’s remotely blow up a city!”).
Apologetic rambling aside, that does lead me to a rather nifty segue. Next year I won’t be at my desk job.
I’ll be on maternity leave.
I’m 16 weeks pregnant with our third child and couldn’t be happier. I also can’t imagine being bigger than I am now, which is pretty daft considering I’ve done this twice before.
Our kids are 8 and 6 and I always wanted another. To do this and maintain a happy marriage, you really do need your husband’s buy-in. For various valid reasons, I didn’t have it. I tried – I took maternity clothes and baby bits to London and was all, “Look! We can have an English baby! Can I get a HURRAH?!” and he just couldn’t be convinced. This went on for a few years, then when our daughter turned 5 I tried to let it go. As many of you will know, that’s not easy.
I tried to move on. I took up running. I paid a draftsman to do our renovation plans; I told him exactly what we wanted, he ignored it and we’re still going around in circles. I did the Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation for exactly 4 weeks. I miraculously hit my goal weight and stayed that way for exactly 4 days.
Then last year my beautiful husband, after all these years, came around. “I really think we should have another baby,” he said as though it was all his idea, “We’ll regret it if we don’t.”
Now we were a Smug Fertile Couple whose two children came easily. Not this time. Despite the heading at the top of this page, I’m no longer in my mid thirties. It took us 9 months to fall pregnant, which I know for many people isn’t long at all. I really do take my hat off to those who have faced, or are currently experiencing, fertility issues. That is one tough gig I’ve thankfully only had the teeniest, tiniest taste of.
Anyway here we are, with a baby due in November and three kids’ birthdays in one fortnight. Yeah!! We can’t quite believe it. We’ll be parents of three! I’ll get to roll my eyes and crap on about how much harder the third child has made everything!
So that’s our news. Please join me in sending this baby “please eat like your brother and sleep like your sister NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND” vibes. A new baby and a renovation at the same time. How hard can it be?