the no chill bean


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


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 ❤

the fizzy bean


I am officially obsessed with Lemonade



Something I have never really been a fan of, until now.

Little Bean has me gulping down lemonade whenever I get the chance, and I am seriously loving it.


Maccas drive thru – lemonade

Out for lunch – lemonade

Shopping at Coles – lemonade

Thirsty? – Lemonade!


When life gives you babies, you make lemonade 😉

the clumsy bean


I have the agility and dexterity of a wombat.

I am knocking everything over, dropping things, walking into obvious items (like walls), fumbling and bumbling and making a mess of everything.

This morning I spilt the sugar all over the counter . . . for the third time this week.

Please tell me this won’t last forever, I’m not sure I (or everyone around me) can cope for too much longer with these butter fingers.

the cheeto bean

cheese puffs

I have never been good with fake tan, in allllll of its forms.

Being this white is something I have learnt to love, because trying to change it never ends well.

Sun baking – I don’t enjoy it really, something about purposely laying in direct sunlight turning over every couple of minutes, like a pig on a spit stuffed into an unflattering bikini. Then to end up looking like a bright red Frankfurt sausage and having to endure a pain like no other and wishing you could be utterly naked for the next week.

Spray tans – Something I have tried a couple of times in my life, mainly (and stupidly) for a major event, such as my school formal . . . not ideal. I came out looking like some OTT creature from Geordie Shore, all patchy and smelling revolting.

Now, it has been an awful long time since school formal shenanigans, and with Hayley’s wedding approaching I agreed to give spray tans another go. I had been assured that the whole process has developed and changed over the years and that I wouldn’t have a problem. So there I stood, naked in all my chubby glory, being artfully sprayed from top to toe.

In all honesty, it wasn’t all that bad. Yes I was a little on the orange side of life, but I was even and I didn’t smell THAT bad (okay, it was a bit on the nose, but hey, I’ve smelt worse).

Until I looked at my belly button . . .

Im not a fan of belly buttons at the best of times, but now mine was glowing like a little orange target in the centre of my bump.

It looked like I had been stuffing Cheetos in there to save for later!

Lets just say that sticking my fingers in there to attempt to get the orange off was not enjoyable, like not at all.

I won’t be doing this for the wedding, Im happy to be pale, me and my white little belly button.

the toasted bean



Burnt toast – Absolutely revolting

I’ve never been one to enjoy the smell of burnt toast, in all honesty I am a proud member of the ‘lightly warmed’ bread club (along with other breakfast favourites such as runny eggs, just cooked bacon and lathering everything in butter).

Dad, on the other hand, always manages to burn his toast.

Like annihilate it.

Send it to the depths of hell kinda burnt.

The amusing part is, I don’t actually think he enjoys it that way, he is just plain rubbish at the whole timing your toast malarky (poor bugger).

Lately the daily assault of dad’s scorched toast has been having a rather unpleasant affect, the kind where I want to die. It seeps through the whole house like a creepy unwelcome guest, getting his grimy little hands on everything.

I have been extremely lucky throughout my pregnancy, I have had NO morning sickness, and I have managed to keep my stomach contents IN so far. But let me tell you now, the smell of burnt toast has been a sure contender on the vomit scale.

Definitely NOT a fan, burnt toast can go and jump!

the spoilt bean


Today Mum and I collected all of the main furniture for the nursery. Mannnn . . . is my little Bean lucky!

Squishing and squeezing all of those boxes into our cars was a special moment, one step closer to being a mummy and one step closer to my baby Bean.

Bit of a wake-up call really, 16 weeks down, 24 to go!


the un-australian bean


Today my little Bean has shocked me . . . we suddenly do not like Vegemite.

I mean, it was all very well and good during the munching process. Fast forward an hour later and this mama was NOT feeling okay. Vegemite on toast officially ruined my whole day.

Looks like we won’t be very Australian for the remainder of the pregnancy.

Oh well, at least we still like ice cream 😉