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This season.

This season it’s almost Christmas. It has been raining a lot and the beach is very windy, but we've had a few sunny days in there.


I've been listening to Hands I Can Hold by Ziggy Alberts a lot lately, having found it watching Rebecca Keil’s beautiful surrogacy birth video. This was the first birth video I've watched since having my first almost two years ago and I can't deal with how magical it is.

I feel like I’m bursting at the seams, like the baby is just going to claw her way through my stomach at any given moment. A while back I read somewhere that when you're pregnant or just after you've had your baby, that your belly button might look like a cat's butthole. This is very true.

Sleeping is near impossible, but that's just kind of life with small children.

There is so much to do. Always cloth nappies to fold, always a kitchen to clean, always a hug to give. 

Wrapping gifts is on the to-do list today and I'm so excited.

We've been making Christmas cards. Our toddler takes this task very seriously.

I cry at least once a day, usually while I'm making dinner. Then I’ll be wildly happy. Pregnancy hormones are A Time.

There’s only one more blood test left to do. 

Our renovation task list is off the charts. We definitely won’t get it finished before the baby arrives. It's both overwhelming and kind of exciting, how much we've done. I can't wait to write down our house's story once it's complete.

The idea of giving birth hasn't been scaring me lately. And I reckon that I have my mantras sorted, but we'll see on the day.

I’m trying to cook things for dinner that don't involve the stovetop. Our toddler currently loves the stovetop. Evenings have been mission impossible.

Her favourite words of the week are “no”, “noise”, “more” and “push”. She waves to every train and only ever wants to wear her gumboots.

Our house is very quiet without our dog.

I've almost finished reading I know this much is true by Wally Lamb and it's one of the most well-written books I've had the privilege of reading.

Everything is messy, lately. Trying to go with it. There's probably a cliché life lesson in there somewhere that I need to learn.  

Merry Christmas, lovely people, from our family to yours.

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