this man of mine is a true gentleman and is making sure my comfort is an absolute priority...all the love
When late pregnancy coincides with the middle of the Australian summer it poses a few obstacles. You see, heat and high humidity aren't a recipe for productivity - or sleep, for that matter. It was so hot on Saturday night that I had to sleep with my feet resting on an ice-pack; the things you do to get comfortable! Granted, there are a few things that are providing relief on hot days: ocean swims, midday sessions at the movies, iced water with extra ice, a cold facewasher on the back of my neck...
On Sunday evening when the southerly blew in I stood in the middle of the house and basked in the breeze that whisked its way from the front door to the back. Since then its been raining non-stop; ideal weather for late pregnancy list making and to-dos.
Chronic list making is like a rite of passage into late pregnancy, don't you think? I have a baby name list (it's looking strong, albeit minimal), a work deadline list, a shopping-before-baby-arrives list and a housework/maintenance to-do list. Whilst writing lists isn't dependant on the weather forecast, ticking off projects is. So on days like today, days that are grey and wet and cool, I have to prioritise the most important tasks and trust that the rest will get seen to - easier said than done. There's a part of me that would like to finish all the writing work, sort all the baby clothes, get on top of the washing (laughable, I know) and cook a few meals for the freezer but then there's the reality of life whilst growing the third baby. Acceptance of slow is essential and so I'm consciously reminding myself to take it one tick at a time.
I distinctly remember carrying folded washing up the stairs when I was 37weeks pregnant with Poet and stopping mid-way to catch my breath. I thought to myself: "You're going to have to let go of this control over everything being just so..." - I'm currently repeating a similar mantra.
We slip back into routine tomorrow as Che returns to school. His skin smells of sand and sea salt, proof of a full and joyous summer holiday. I'm intent on working to my own lenient routine over the next few weeks so I can find some kind of balance between ticking off to-dos, resting this body of mine and preparing for the imminent arrival of baby.
What are your favourite meals to freeze for the newborn days?