Jensen talking about the baby :

"When the baby's happy, then it will come out!"

"Then the baby will fall over and have a hurt."

This one worried me a little: 

"The baby will want to go under the car and it will go onto the road and the car will hit it - like a bump."

"When it's born coz it's happy, it will do everything!"

"You have to get naked so you can have a shower with the baby."


He told Andrew:
"You are big, and mummy is big and pregnant and fat".           Thanks buddy.


Apparently the other day at daycare, while sitting on the toilet, he told the daycare lady
"My mummy's got a baby in her tummy and it will come out of her vagina."

Had a long night at work.

Walked out side to leave, there's a beautiful breeze - the kind you stay up, go out side and drink beer for. Full moon reflecting off clouds. Nice moment.

Walked in the front door and find the house trashed. Dishes not done, stuff all over the bench and loungeroom floor.... Moment ruined.

OK Baby update. I'm 24 weeks (25 in 2 days). Baby is moving, but I don't think it's moving enough! Maybe I'm just way too busy to notice.  Sitting here catching up on blogging, baby's been moving, so thats a good thing :) Also, I don't think I'm "growing" either.


I don't get much heartburn, which is a good thing, and when I do, it's never for long enough to take any heartburn tablets.


I get sciatic pain regularly, running from my butt right down my right leg.


I no longer have ankles. By the end of the day, it's pretty much thigh all the way down! This actually makes my ankles feel like they're going to snap and it's really painful. I bought a feet cube foot stool thing to try and keep them up.


Adding to the pain is the pain in my pubic bone. Holy freaking moly. It hurts. It hurts to walk. It's right in the middle and feels like the bone is being ripped apart (to the left and right - like breaking open fresh bread) When I move my left leg the pain gets worse. Getting up from anywhere is incredibly painful (particularly because when I'm sitting the pain is minimal and I think  I'm a wuss for not being quicker with work or whinging about pain, then I get up and remember instantly!)


Sometimes when I take a deep breath in, it feels like I pull a muscle apart... but only on the left side.


Also, I mentioned that I might be feeling like I have antenatal depression. I do feel down, but I'm not sure whether it's hormonal, I'm tired, or uni is finished for the year and and there's an extremely  possibility I have failed a major subject. ( that may sound like I want to hear "no you didn't, I'm sure you did well"...  I've seen my marks. I'm just waiting on the official grade). But I really really really hope I pass by even the most infinitesimal scraping. Doesn't look good though.


Also - and I'm sorry mum for when you do read this - I'm so over my mum calling the baby a "girl" and calling it by girls names.  I have no idea what gender this baby is.  You are aware of this. It's very frustrating. And no. I'm not going to call it Samantha or Sasha. We have no idea on names either. I'm not trying to be rude, but if it's a boy, you're going to be devastated. I don't want you to get your hopes up. Also, when you tickle my tummy with your fingernails, even if it's lightly, it's annoying coz that's really sensitive right now.  (This isn't meant to be a vent, or go mad at you - I'm just putting it out there). I'd really like a girl too, but I'm not getting attached to the 50/50 chance it might be a girl and it turns out to be a boy. 


Almost everyone I speak to think it's going to be a boy. It's a boy coz I have swollen ankles. It's a boy coz I use my right leg to step up onto something. It's a boy coz the way I'm carrying. Could someone please guess it's going to be a girl ?

Jensen is such a big boy now. He doesn't carry on like a pork chop (a phrase he's now using!) at bed time. He even looks forward to his bedtime stories. We do read the same ones over and over again each night. I read to him his book of planets, "Who Sank The Boat?" and a book I borrowed from the library called "Mummy, Mummy, What's In Your Tummy?". Andrew will then read a shortened version of "Peter Rabbit" and "The Three Bears".


Jensen then chooses if he wants his solar system on. His music goes on regardless, and the door is half closed, toilet light down the hall way goes on and it's bed time! All this happens from 7ish and Jensen's alseep by 8!  I'm so proud of him!


He's going to make an awesome big brother! He loves to talk to the baby bump and has his dolly baby cabbage patch doll that is his own baby. He can't wait for the baby to come out so he can play with it.

ahhh.... where do I start!


We went camping last weekend (not the weekend just gone - the one before) with my sister, her husband and 2 kids, and 2 of my sisters friends... One (we'll call her L had 2 kids, the other (and we'll call her S) 1.
When we were invited to go camping by my sister it was just my sisters family, and the friend with the 2 kids.  When we were setting up the campsite, we found out the other mother and child were coming too. S had just left her husband. Apparently he'd been doing bad things (which I wont go into, and you can decide what he was doing) and she left him.
That's fine... this means I have 5 adults to practice on to prepare for my uni exam on the Monday. I should be starting to destress after my exam. Instead, I have a headache and it's worsening.
In total, there are 6 kids. 2 two-year-olds, 2 three-year-olds and 2 four-year-olds. Jensen is one of the three-year-olds and the other kids all know each other from mothers group and what-not. So the 5 kids are all playing together, but Jensen plays on his own (for the most part), coz that's what he does. One 2yo is absolutely covered in dirt. L just leaves her to play. What else is there to do, she's just going to get dirty again anyway!  While this is true, it looks terrible. My sister, L and S just leave their kids to do whatever, or see if my sisters husband knows where they are. They kept making fun of "daddy daycare" coz they just left him to look after all the kids. Finally, it's dinner time, and the kids are eating. While the adults are having dinner, the kids are allowed to play. Now. The driveway into the camp ground runs right past our campsite, and where is the most sand? In the driveway. Where are the kids playing? In the sand. It's dark. Crazy. Finally the parents give the kids torches and they run around - about a metre from me, might I add - screaming and yelling. Everyone's aware I have a headache, but do nothing to move their kids away or quieten them down. I mention that Jensen has a new routine where he goes to bed at 730.  We all decide that's a good time to put them to bed. An hour later, Jensen doesn't go to sleep, but seems ok in his tent. My sister's 2yo is asleep. L's 4yo is asleep. L's 2yo is up with a fever, but is dozing quietly on her mummy's lap. The other 3yo and my sister's 4yo, however, wont go to sleep, so they let them stay up. This seems to fuel the kids on, making noise and being silly near the fire, which is right next to our tent. About 45 mins later, I get sick of the kids being up, and the headache that is now a migraine is just too much, so I head to bed. Jensen is still awake, and now giggling at the 2 kids playing outside. Something must have happened outside, coz Andrew came to bed not much later than I did, and pretty much the others did the same.
We all took a day trip into town and while they were supposed to be following us, somehow the others got lost. We had a nice day on our own anyway :) (even though I did almost pass out at lunch time). Dinner time rolled around  and  I mentioned that Jensen will be going to bed at 730 again tonight. L said her kids  were staying up coz they just didn't want to go to bed last night. Both L and S have a kid starting with a K sound. I have no idea which kid belongs to which mother, so I just picked a name. It was the wrong kid's name I picked. I said when the two kids last night  weren't going to sleep, it just made J stay away and laugh at them. If they could just keep it down tonight. Well.  The mother who's kid it wasn't ( I know I know, it's confusing) got all up in arms coz her kids were in bed asleep, kept carrying on her kids were in bed. Yep. Fine. Whatever. I just picked the wrong kids name. I apologised and said it was just the wrong name I'd said. Both L and S said well, we're camping, so they don't have to go to bed. Well. No. You're right. We are camping, and no they don't have to go to bed. But some freaking consideration for the other people at the campsite and their kids would be extremely helpful and nice of you. Everyone had finished their dinner and had wandered off to the showers to wash the filth off their kids (coz again, they'd been playing in the sand on the driveway). I mentioned to Andrew that I was pissed off at what L had said, and that Jensen would be going to bed anway. He agreed, and he wasn't happy about the way they "looked after" their kids (basically, just let them run wild). He reckons that coz we disciplined Jensen while we were camping (and I don't mean disciplined in a harsh way, just told him off  really), they looked to us to do the same with their kids.  Anyway, they came back from the showers, and we headed off for ours. We came back (at 745) and all the kids were in bed alseep!! A win for us! HaHAHAHAHAHAHA tell me your kids wont go to sleep coz you're camping! Whether or not my sister had a word to them, I don't know. S ended up falling asleep alongside her daughter, so it was just Andrew, myself, my sister, her husband and L up. The manager of the park came round and sat with us, and the rude personal questions that L was asking him was just incredible!
In the morning (we were woken at 530 by L's kids who were squealing and carrying on... Least we had the decency to keep Jensen quiet the morning before when he woke at 545 for about 45 mins) we packed up our tent and all our stuff before breakfast, so we could just sit around and do whatever afterwards. We went down to the bbq area to have breakfast on our own, and it was so nice! You could hear the other kids screaming and carrying on. The rest of the camp ground must have been happy to see the back of us! By the time we finished our breakfast and headed back up, the others were all packing up and S had completely packed up and was leaving! L left not long after. We helped my sister and husband pack up their stuff, and we'd all left by 930.


So, what was meant to be a de-stress weekend didn't really help at all. Andrew's said we'll go back, but maybe next time with just ourselves, or my sister again, or maybe another friend who likes camping... we'll see.




We headed off to Lakeside Raceway after that. It was a massive long day/weekend, but good :)

Exam Stress

Wooo hooo!!! Exams are over!! The first 2 exams were not as difficult as I thought (although, I don't know the resutlts yet), and I was freaking out about these last two. Anatomy was freaking hard, and while I'm hopeful, I'm not overly optimisitic that I passed. This last exam was this morning at 9am and all I could worry about was going blank and not remember what happened when and what to say.

I think I did ok. I was so nervous. It was just me, my "patient" and the assessor. I hope that all that I said was right, and that I pass. Really, that's all I want. Just to pass.  It's out of 100 marks and you need 50 + marks to pass.

I cried when I got out. I think from "it's over!" to "I hope I did well". The assessor doesn't tell you how you go.

I don't find out any results for at least another 2 weeks.  All the stress will be well and truly over by then. I just hope I see 4 "pass" marks when results are released.



We went camping this weekend just gone. It will be a whole other blog post..... right after I get back from shopping! Time to destress!

Ah! 3 exams down, 1 to go. Today's exam absolutely sucked. I'm hopeful but not overly confident. I've been up 5am wednesday morning, Thursday morning and this morning. I worked 230pm - 10pm both Wednesday and Thursday night, and didn't sleep til 1130pm. Exam today at 830am. So knackered. Coulda fell asleep in the exam. I reckon I'll be repeating it next year.

With regards to Jensen's bedtime, it's still working well. Last night, Jensen got out of the shower, and Andrew and Jensen went to Jensen's room to get dressed. As soon as he was dressed, Jensen said "I get into bed now?" and climbed into his bed and asked for stories! So pleased ! Did call out for a drink, but stayed in bed.
Came out, watched tv for 5 mins, Andrew told him it was time to go back to bed, and he did! Went to sleep too!!


Tonight, however, we're camping... And there are 5 other kids (all 4yrs and under). Jensen just won't go to sleep!!