... and relax...

I have given up my Telly job!  Two weeks early (or 4 days as that sounds better). Feels so good, but the doctor signed me off and said I didn't need stress so it was a no brainer.  I finished last Tuesday.  The relief is immense.

So that is big news, but there is no smaller news really.  I had a Midwife appointment last Thursday and she did my Risk Assessment for the Birthing Centre.  I past - as long as my aneamia doesn't get worse - which I am so chuffed about. I really wanted to have a Water Birth with Ella but I simply didn't have enough time...  but this time around I will do all I can to make sure I get into that water.  Although I am slightly scared that this one will be even quicker (Ella was born in just under 5 hours from start to finish) so I still might not make it but got to give it a try.

I am nesting BIG time now, and really enjoying it.  I now have everything (I think) and I have more or less sorted out Ella's wardrobe so that I can store everything in there.  I am just moving SO slowly that everything takes so much time.

Last weekend I went to my Mum's as Greg had a stag do in Brighton and I didn't really want to spend the weekend on my own at this stage so off Ella and I trotted to Warwickshire and we had a lovely time.  On Saturday we went to the Butterfly Farm in Stratford-Upon-Avon.  It was really lovely, and Ella was in a world of her own!  She really loved it  - and I am SO happy that we took her.

So just to finish off I thought I would leave you with a little picture of Ella with her best friend Daisy and my gorgous God-Daughter Matilda who I wish a HUGE Happy Birthday to this week!  Can't believe she is 1 years old already (and already walking!)

Painted Tums... and the countdown continues.

Again, it has been a while since I last blogged.  Evenings, although for most of you, are getting longer with the lovely late spring / early summer sunshine, mine are getting shorter with more tiredness, a HUGE belly and generally just desperation to get to bed as quickly as possible.  Some evenings I am literally  not going to bed much later than Ella!  But I have recently found out that I am aneamic. 

It is a weird thing finding out, as I am slightly gutted as I think I eat very heathly (although I don't eat meat - Greg is sure I really should start to now!  What a surprise) but at least it makes sense why I am struggling so badly through this last trimester.  I am literally as shattered now as I was when I was Full Term with Ella!  I am not imagining the iron tablets I have been subscribed will suddenly give me a huge burst of energy but even a little more would be rather helpful, even if it is just to make sure I don't fall asleep at my desk or on the Tube which I have been close to doing in recent weeks.


So what else has been happening? Not a lot really.  We have managed to start getting our weekends freed up a lot which is nice.  Means I can chill and catch up a bit, and get baby stuff ready to go. 


Two weekends ago I let me Sister-in-law (the queen of facepainting) paint my belly.  Although rather odd, it was actually rather relaxing and it was sad to wash it off!  It is also a good photo - momento as I haven't got any pictures or anything so far of this pregnancy - funny how much you don't care second time around.



Of course Ella had to have her face done!  We were not allowed to call her Ella for the whole time she had her facepainted...  we had to call her 'Beautiful Butterfly'.

Although it is tiring having two days at home with Ella each week (more than doing a days work) I have to say it is really lovely and we are having some lovely days. It is a lot easier when the weather is good because all she wants to do is go to the park.  Last week Ella took this photo herself of the baby geese.  She loved them... 

Ella likes hosing the garden too.



So the countdown continues.  I have just over 5 weeks to go and 4 weeks (including this week) left working. I have realised there is a reason most people finish 4 weeks before their due date.  I can handle this week and 1 more week but I have to say the idea of 3 weeks after this one fills me with dread.  Sitting at the desk in my lounge is SO uncomfortable, commuting into our Edit Suite in Shepherds Bush is knackering and doing anything vaguely taxing just sends me brain to jelly.  Believe me - I will be trying to get out of it... and I think knowing that I don't care about walking away from this job feels rather nice, even if it is something I have never done before and never thought I would.

But... moses basket is washed, made up and sitting quietly in our bedroom waiting for this little girl to spin our little world around.  Everything else - new sleep suits, vests and her big sisters hand-me-downs have all been washed and sit in piles ready for me to find them homes. 

Nesting??  Me???

Until next time.