the zen bean

yoga

I took Bean for a yoga class this morning and it was glorious.

I love a bit of yoges at the best of times, but there is something quite magic that happens, when you are pregnant, during yoga where you feel a direct connection with your baby. I truly recommend it to every mama to be.

There were a few moments of wobbling (balance isn’t my strongest suit at the moment) and awkward fat mama stretching and lots of deep breathing . . . all of which I was in desperate need of.

I left feeling amazing and refreshed, not to mention totally in love with my chubby pregnant body

What an awesome way to spend a Sunday morning with my little Bean. There will definitely be more yoga in my immediate future

namaste  xx

the squeaky bean

whiff-lash

So, I’m sitting on my bed checking my emails and the most god-awful smell envelops the room . . .

Its just me and the cat

no noise, no inkling of the impending nasal assault, nothing

I looked at Teddie (the cat), his little face all screwed up in a mixture of pain, disgust and pure confusion. My little sweet boy has never been known to let go of the occasional kitty fart, which made me wonder . . .

Has it happened? Have I reached that dreaded point in pregnancy where you loose all control over bodily functions?

Am I a walking fart bomb waiting to happen???

I didn’t have any gurgling, no internal ruckus, no rumbling in the jungle, I didn’t feel a single thing. Did this happen without my knowledge completely?? Have I lost all connection to my bumhole? Have my guts turned against me?

We’ve all seen it take place in the odd rom-com where the heavily pregnant woman farts and clears the room of all living things, followed by the token “the baby farted” excuse. Ahhhh, Hollywood.

Please god don’t let me be that woman!

Uncontrollable farts (and my belly button turning into an outie, don’t laugh, its a serious fear I’m dealing with) are literally the two most horrifying pregnancy related thoughts that have crossed my mind since discovering I was going to be a mama. Honestly, what could be more embarrassing??

I don’t want to be the stinky one 😦

For now I’m just sticking to ‘it was the cat’ and giving myself the benefit of the doubt, to be honest I guess we won’t ever really know if whom smelt it had indeed dealt it, but we can be 100% sure that the silent ones are the deadliest.

the cold sore bean

bag head 2

Bloody immune system . . . I woke up this morning with 2 great big dirty cold sores on my face. Not cool body, not cool.

So, I’ve been hiding out like the hunchback of Notre Dame, slinking around in the shadows of our house.

The worst bit is that I just have to tough it out, not allowed any antivirals, no creams, no nothing. Just got to deal with the itchy, inflamed and undeniably hideous face with which I’ve been dealt.

God I hope its over soon.

the mothers day bean

MD Balloon

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

to all you gorgeous mamas out there!!

This year to celebrate Bean and I took my gorgeous mama out for a lovely breakfast at The Cedar Bar & Kitchen in Bellingen.

It was nice to have 2 & 1/2 generations sitting at the table this mothers day.

My gorgeous family even got me a surprise ‘almost a mum’ mothers day gift, haha, totally unexpected and absolutely magic ❤

Its nice to think that next year I will have my very first Mothers Day with my very own little man 🙂

Can’t wait!

the housed bean

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We did it! We found a rental, and just in the nick of time 🙂

I cannot begin to explain the relief I feel, knowing we will be moving into our own little home next month.

All good things coming for us little Bean, I am so very excited.

the no chill bean

bed

Bean thinks he is funny, he can go all day long without a single movement, but as soon as mummy lays down or puts her feet up its suddenly game on.

For Bean relaxing = playtime

I have a no chill Bean, lets hope this changes once he comes outta there

the half baked bean

half baked

It has happened –

Half way to bean!!

 

20 weeks, wow, where has the time gone?

I’m beyond excited to meet my little Bean, but at the same time I want him to slow down on the whole growing thing, I’m not ready just yet 😉

Stay in there a little longer dude, we have time

the nesting bean

blue egg

It has begun, I’m nesting and driving myself mental in the process.

I have been on the hunt for a new home for Bean and I, my studio apartment just won’t be suitable for when my little man arrives.

Knowing that you have a baby coming changes your ‘essential’ list quite dramatically when it comes to property suitability.  Unlucky for me, my ever growing list of must haves means that the property selection pool is dwindling. Not only do I have to factor in the money side of things, but I am also going to be a single mum, so things like location/distance to family and security are also major players in the game.

Clock is ticking, belly is growing and I am absolutely itching to set up this nursery!

Mama bird be nesting like crazy.

little boy bean

its a boy

SURPRISE!! ITS A BOY!

Thats right everyone, we had our 19 week ultrasound today and little Bean is officially a boy!

With a ideal bill of health, 10 fingers and 10 toes, my little man is growing just perfectly.

I cannot wait to squish his little face

One happy mama right here ❤