A couple of months ago I was contacted by a reader who wanted to know if I was interested in writing something about bed rest. She would tell her story, a first-hand account of what bed rest means and how to survive it.
pregnancy
I wiped out the word ‘May’ from our big blackboard wall calendar and wrote ‘June’. My birth month. The month I, papa, Georgie, family and friends have all been waiting for. And as I jotted down the words ‘due date’ I felt an expected pang of anxiety but also a sense of relief.
When the time comes, having the right music available and on hand is very important to me so I made two labour playlists.
One is called Labour. The other Slow Labour.
One is packed with rock songs, classics I love to dance to and other weird and wonderful favourites that hold good memories for me. The other makes me cry. Ha! I meant, chill. Both have voices I love and tunes that make me happy.
Once our second little dude makes his appearance one thing everyone is certain of and they like telling me is that Georgie will become jealous. I beg to differ.
Of course I am aware that baby’s arrival will signify a massive change in Georgie’s life. Just as it will for papa and me. I find that to be absolutely normal. We will all struggle to adapt just like we would if we moved to Africa! Or something drastic like that!
When I can’t sleep- which has been happening more and more as the weeks go by- I’m busy pinning. And lately there’s been a shift from beauty products to baby rooms – even though from experience I know that there is no hurry to get a nursery up and running as baby will undoubtedly spend the first four months at least in our bedroom. Still it’s something that I’m looking forward to doing, organising and preparing for. And despite knowing that another little dude will be joining our family, I’ve always liked the idea of gender neutral bedrooms. What do you think?





