I officially have 27 days before our lives is changed (again) forever, but I have a gut feeling (so to speak - the scientific term is fetal movement) that I'll be lucky to have 5 days. If I had to guess a date, I'd go for 07/01.
Tomorrow is my last day of Christmas leave - back to work this Wednesday, and I'll keep on going until Bean's born. Must remember to bring a change of clothing to the office in case my waters break there. DL's waters broke while she was sitting on her chair, and apparently it was unsalvageable because of the smell of the amniotic fluid...
I have packed my hospital bag, put a waterproof cover on the seat of my car, got all my pregnancy paperwork ready, registered with Birthcare, got the kids' bedroom somewhat ready, started freezing the post-apocalypse meals and have had a countless number of labour & birth dreams. Thankfully Yoke's dream of me giving birth on 01 Jan wasn't a premonitory one.
Nico will have no clue what hit him. Used to being the centre of Mummy and Daddy's lives for the entirety of his 2 years, 2 months and 6 days of life, he will have to learn to share - attention, toys, and *gasp* food!
He did us extremely proud during the Christmas dinners, lunches and BBQs this season, generally behaving even though it was past his bedtime. He stayed up till well past midnight on Christmas Eve without throwing any tantrum.
The weather's been great lately so we spent a lot of time outdoors.
Riding Papa's shoulders in Oma Yoke's pool (and once learning the consequences of not properly holding on)
Testing his mini bouncy castle - Christmas present
Just chillin' man...
Nothing like food to make this one cheerful
With Briar at the Cornwall Park playground. Neither of them wanted to let go of their ice block.
With Papa at the rock pools at Takapuna beach.
Spending some quiet time with Loki on the lawn
