The ultrasound we had been waiting for for so long finally came on Monday. And as soon as it was over I felt bored that the next big thing to look forward to isn’t till the baby actually comes. It’s incredible how quickly you can get ungrateful…
But I think it was because I wasn’t surprised at all when they told us what gender it is. I think we’d both been expecting in the back of our heads that it was.. A GIRL!! (more…)
When the husband comes home and says, “Hey I need to go to London for work on Friday, do you guys want to come?”, you go of course.
We’d both been to London before, in fact, remember when that volcano erupted in Iceland in 2010 and flights all over Europe were cancelled for days because the air was full of ash? I was stuck in London that entire chaotic week with no plans and no money, roaming the streets and seeing every single sight a few times.
So anyway, neither of us felt like we needed to be extreme tourists on this trip – which was really nice. We spent Friday and Saturday going for long walks, not spending a dime on public transportation *self-five* seeing the things we (more…)
Ever since I got pregnant with Sophia we have started using the terms “Baby #1, Baby #2” etc – or if we’re feeling extra street we go for “B1 and B2”. It’s a quite nice way of objectifying your children in a systemized way, isn’t it?
So I just put B1 down for a nap. It only took her 1,5 hours to fall asleep because she just won’t stop talking these days. Conversation seems to be her favorite thing, and she’s never put out by the fact that there isn’t really anything to talk about. She’ll just bring up the tree she can see or a random person we saw in church on Sunday. Just mentioning a name or object will do – then she passes the ball to me. But when we’re lying down for a nap she quickly adapts to the one-way conversation and feels no discomfort with keeping it going for long minutes at a time. Yep, she’s not really a B anymore at all.
So yeah I’m totally drum-rolling this post. I have my ultrasound next week so hopefully this post will have a follow-up in a week.
The pregnancy has gone so well so far. Compared to my pregnancy with Sophia I was hardly morning sick and I’m hardly putting on any weight. So far this is pretty much a dream pregnancy.
(Which just makes me brace myself for the worst delivery ever…)
So, naturally everyone is calling it a boy. Most people get this matter-of-fact look on their face and sneakily share their wisdom that I am carrying a boychild – as if they were the first ones to crack the case – or rather make the assumption. Good job!
And who knows. They may be right. Now is probably not the best time for me to say that I’d probably still be more surprised if it’s not a girl?
All you oracles out there, hold your breath. I don’t give mother’s intuition much credit about stuff like this.
I let the secret out on Instagram and Facebook a couple of days ago that I am expecting! Our new little family member is due February and so I’m just about to finally flee the first trimester.
I say flee because the first trimester is of course never fun – but in truth the past three months were no where near is bad (like not even anywhere close) as it was last time around. When I was pregnant with Sophia I spent those terrible weeks pretty much exclusively indoors and horizontal force feeding myself bananas, raisins and risengrød.
So this time I braced myself for the week 6 trauma, cleaning the toilet every day just in case, but all that came was mild nausea, loss of appetite and real fatigue. I’ve been able to keep on with my life and thankfully to go on our (more…)
Baby girls wear pink and flowers. They wear headbands with bows and sometimes even cute little earrings, and if any clothing item or accessory glitters or has ruffles it’s only an added bonus. Or so most people seem to think, except for me.
I was forewarned when I gave birth to a little girl that if I didn’t follow the approved baby girl dress code as set forth by… Disney princesses? that I would have to deal with strangers’ mistaking my daughter for a boy. “Tut tut!” said I, “my principles are more important than what other people think!”
And so I braved the storm of forced smiles and awkward silences with my blue-clad undazzled and deruffled short-haired child in (more…)
It’s that time of year when after it’s been warm for a couple of weeks it seems like you’re in a whole new world and the rest of the past year is centuries ago. So here’s a sneak peak into our world lately. (more…)
We’re “suffering” from a heat wave here in Dublin. It’s been 20-21 degrees the last few days and apparently it may not happen again. So we’ve made it an extra high priority to be outside.
Last Saturday we decided to go up to Howth. It’s a cute little fishing town on the cliffs north of the city. On our way up there we suddenly noticed that we were on the wrong train and had to get off and catch a train to go back a few stops. When it was already too late we found out that we’d gotten on a fast train back to Dublin. *Facepalm* Although for a second there Marcus was thinking about giving up we finally boarded the right train and got to Howth a few hours later than expected. It was a good thing we were with good friends and could laugh about it right away.
But we agreed that it was totally worth the hassle. Howth is full of small streets and sail boats and the evening sun only made (more…)
I heard someone say recently that their favorite part about parenting was seeing the triumph in their kids’ eyes when they finally accomplished something hard.
This past month has brought many opportunities for me to experience that! It is the best.
I keep telling Marcus that it seems she aged a year when she turned 20 months. Her patience has prolonged, her listening intensified and her words sweetened. Several times every day she’ll walk into the room saying “Hi!”, run and snuggle up on the couch next to me and talk my ears off in long endless sentences. If she accidentally steps on my hair and I look hurt she (more…)
Marcus’ parents came to visit last week. It was the first time they came to visit us here in Ireland and it’d been a few months since we’d last been to see them. They first and foremost came to play with Sophia of course, but we also wanted to show them a little of the city and Ireland while they were here. The only trouble was that the weather forecast promised rain for the entire weekend.
Marcus laughs at me when I say this, but I pride myself in being able to interpret the iPhone weather app and predict exactly how it will unfold in Irish weather.
Rule of thumb #1: Less than 50% chance of rain is basically no rain at all.
Rule of thumb #2: If you’re looking at the forecast more than 3 hours ahead it is likely that (more…)