Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
…amazing, the things I brought back from bali…
so here I am back in my little bubble of reality that is my life, thinking back just over a month, of cocktails and extra large king size beds, oh take me back! on the bright side, seems I brought back more than just shoes, and clothes and trinkets and my voluptuous bali belly, seems those cocktails and extra large king size bed sent me home with a plus one! yaaaaaaaaaaaaay, found out a little while ago that our little family of three is soon gonna be a slightly bigger little family of four. very excited, and feeling pretty crappy most days, but it’s all good and all worth it. haven’t vomited on any students yet, but who knows, it’s early days.
so here we go again, got to ask myself if i’m ready for everything that a new baby brings, weeeee, poooooo, vomit, oh god breast feeding, my worst, i’m definitely not one of those mothers who loved the whole breast feeding, nurturing your baby thing, breast feeding with siena was 6 months of me holding my breadth, saying a little pray as I unleashed my piranha child on my swollen, painful nipples. if she would just have latched and stayed latched I may have been able to have kind of enjoyed the experience, but she would latch on for 15 – 45 seconds and then rip off, only to attack my nipple 2 seconds later like a rabid pitbull. aaaah the memories, my nipples just inverted just thinking about it.
but then there are those moments, the ones where you can watch them sleeping for hours, or they look up and smile at you, the way i smile at a chocolate brownie, pure happiness, and that first giggle, hug and when they run up to you and call you mommy, oh hell, bring on the nausea, the sleepless nights and even the breast feeding, i’m ready…'
so here we go again, got to ask myself if i’m ready for everything that a new baby brings, weeeee, poooooo, vomit, oh god breast feeding, my worst, i’m definitely not one of those mothers who loved the whole breast feeding, nurturing your baby thing, breast feeding with siena was 6 months of me holding my breadth, saying a little pray as I unleashed my piranha child on my swollen, painful nipples. if she would just have latched and stayed latched I may have been able to have kind of enjoyed the experience, but she would latch on for 15 – 45 seconds and then rip off, only to attack my nipple 2 seconds later like a rabid pitbull. aaaah the memories, my nipples just inverted just thinking about it.
but then there are those moments, the ones where you can watch them sleeping for hours, or they look up and smile at you, the way i smile at a chocolate brownie, pure happiness, and that first giggle, hug and when they run up to you and call you mommy, oh hell, bring on the nausea, the sleepless nights and even the breast feeding, i’m ready…'
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
...over-slept, over-massaged, over-ate, and over-cocktailed...
...aaaaaaaaah bali, i so highly recommend a tropical island second honeymoon with your husband.
before you know it you're in the rut of daily routine, work, kids, family, friends, life, and the next time you look, and are even aware of the shift, you're totally disconnected from that man you married.
he's driving you nuts, you're driving him nuts, bickering about money, whose turn it is to whatever, what's for dinner, bleh bleh bleh.
you're going to bed early, he's up watching sport, movies or playing f@#$king computer games, morning is a blur of getting the kid ready for school, packing her ballet clothes, tennis shoes, extra warm jacket, feeding the dogs, eating a burned piece of toast on your way out the door, screaming bye i'm late, blowing a kiss, sitting in traffic, only to get to work, sitting in traffic, flying through pick 'n pay for bread, yoghurt, juice and onions, in the door, whose feeding the dogs, the kid, the bedtime routine, throwing some meat on the gasbraai, sitting down to eat in front of the tv just in time for the 2 sometimes 3 shows we watch before i fall asleep on the couch, wake up at the credits, tear myself off the couch, drag myself down the passage, maybe brush my teeth and wash my face, maybe not, back in bed only to wake up and it's tuesday morning, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat! aaaah saturday... all the same minus the traffic and work, but add in soccer matches, friends and family lunches.
so before you know it you're looking at each other and wondering if you may as well be borders in the same house...bring on bali
aaaaaah bliss, sleep late in an extra large king size bed, which feels even bigger minus the 2 dogs and lunatic cat, buffet breakfasts TOGETHER, massages TOGETHER, exploring, shopping, eating, TALKING...un-interupted conversations, about life, dreams, babies, bonds, our next holiday, LAUGHING...this guy i married is pretty funny, and interesting when we're not whining and moaning at each other about crappy house stuff, MISSING our child, actually being away from her long enough to miss her, terribly, but not in the morning when we are sleeping past 5'30 to the unheard of unfathomable 7,8 or even 9am, and of course all the other things you can get up to, minus the kid, plus the king size bed, plus the cocktails, plus the humid tropical sun and warm sensual ocean. yes i really like this person, he's fun to be with, relaxed, happy and whose that in the mirror, she's funny too, happy, relaxed oh god that's me!
so yes i highly recommend a tropical island second honeymoon...
before you know it you're in the rut of daily routine, work, kids, family, friends, life, and the next time you look, and are even aware of the shift, you're totally disconnected from that man you married.
he's driving you nuts, you're driving him nuts, bickering about money, whose turn it is to whatever, what's for dinner, bleh bleh bleh.
you're going to bed early, he's up watching sport, movies or playing f@#$king computer games, morning is a blur of getting the kid ready for school, packing her ballet clothes, tennis shoes, extra warm jacket, feeding the dogs, eating a burned piece of toast on your way out the door, screaming bye i'm late, blowing a kiss, sitting in traffic, only to get to work, sitting in traffic, flying through pick 'n pay for bread, yoghurt, juice and onions, in the door, whose feeding the dogs, the kid, the bedtime routine, throwing some meat on the gasbraai, sitting down to eat in front of the tv just in time for the 2 sometimes 3 shows we watch before i fall asleep on the couch, wake up at the credits, tear myself off the couch, drag myself down the passage, maybe brush my teeth and wash my face, maybe not, back in bed only to wake up and it's tuesday morning, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat! aaaah saturday... all the same minus the traffic and work, but add in soccer matches, friends and family lunches.
so before you know it you're looking at each other and wondering if you may as well be borders in the same house...bring on bali
aaaaaah bliss, sleep late in an extra large king size bed, which feels even bigger minus the 2 dogs and lunatic cat, buffet breakfasts TOGETHER, massages TOGETHER, exploring, shopping, eating, TALKING...un-interupted conversations, about life, dreams, babies, bonds, our next holiday, LAUGHING...this guy i married is pretty funny, and interesting when we're not whining and moaning at each other about crappy house stuff, MISSING our child, actually being away from her long enough to miss her, terribly, but not in the morning when we are sleeping past 5'30 to the unheard of unfathomable 7,8 or even 9am, and of course all the other things you can get up to, minus the kid, plus the king size bed, plus the cocktails, plus the humid tropical sun and warm sensual ocean. yes i really like this person, he's fun to be with, relaxed, happy and whose that in the mirror, she's funny too, happy, relaxed oh god that's me!
so yes i highly recommend a tropical island second honeymoon...
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