…has anyone told the baby? Spend these last weeks and days connecting with your baby. It is a precious time. Write in your journal and rest. Enjoy it. Annnnnnnnd, no. That's not happening. I love the idea of it. And perhaps during my first pregnancy, I even did it. But the truth is, this time around, […]
Disconnected from people. Hyper-aware of things. I am in the strangest place. This morning, the sun is shining but the early hour lends to the day a crispness that feels heavenly on my skin. I walk towards the hospital, once again, but this time, I feel energised. My stuffy nose seems to be cured by […]
Today was a long day. Almost thirty-eight weeks pregnant and fighting off a headcold puts a little mumma behind the eight ball somewhat. Then there's the two small boys to consider. Geez, they can run. And the end of daylight savings has thrown me, too. To summarise, wah wah wah, blah blah blah. This morning […]
Oh, lordy lords. The final weeks of pregnancy are an effort, aren't they? I did kinder duty at Luca's preschool today and it nearly ended me. It certainly ended my pubic bone which I am certain is ready to disintegrate into powder. Luca and I took a few happy snaps to mark 36 weeks of […]
The Little Mumma at 31 weeks pregnant Photography by Stevie Young See more of the session here.
Stomach bugs, tonsillitis and more stomach bugs. Welcome to the last week of life at chez M-G. Monday, when I had Bren drive me to the emergency department of the hospital at which I will be having Little Lady, I knew I wasn't right. I knew I had most likely caught the stomach bug that […]
This is the amazing work of photographer Steve Young. I can't imagine I would have ever found cause to show you my naked body (31 weeks pregnant or otherwise) before my gorgeous friend took these shots. I think you will agree, they are not your standard maternity pics. I've been joking on Facebook about showing […]
Thursday I was at the beautician requesting a Brazilian that wasn't really a Brazilian but rather was the neatness of a Brazilian mixed with the modesty of a 1970s muff. It was important to get the balance right. "Just nothing porno," I said and she nodded like she knew exactly what I was on about. […]
