Another thing I won't be doing for a while

Yep... the thrill and fun of riding a motorbike... looks like my big preggo belly will be getting in the way of that. And then of course I doubt the 'safety' in strapping a baby seat to the back after 'Gert' arrives. Something tells me I'd be in all sorts of trouble.

Oh, and then of course there's hubby Steve not letting the "mother of his child on a death machine" despite him also having his licence. Do I hear double standards? hehehehe

17 weeks and counting!

Where does the time go? Already I'm at 17 weeks pregnant. Not long until I hat the magical half way point.

EXCITING NEWSFLASH: At 16 weeks I felt 'Gert' move for the very first time. It was like a bubble, not like anything else I'd ever felt before. My first WOW moment (apart fromt the massive WOW of discovering I was pregnant in the first place).

It all becomes so much more real. There's a living creature inside me, growing and developing. It's a lot to get your head around!

The belly is starting to protrude. I feel huge for a first time mum to be, but I've given up caring. My hospital appointment went well yesterday and everything is going along fine. It's nice to actually look pregnant, even if my wardrobe has had to be altered to accomodate for the extra bump!

Toolip Festival

Spring has arrived, and with it, flowers (and hayfever).

It's gotta be my favourite time of year, with all the colour and vibrancy.

People are happier, the weather is nicer, but not stinkin' hot, and it's still easy to sleep at night.

15 weeks preggo

I'm now officially "showing". My clothes are getting tighter, I can feel my muscles stretching, and today I was asked if I was pregnant. Quite funny really, because there was that awkward moment where the lady had gone too far to back track in-case I was just getting fat, so I stepped in and said, "Yep, I'm pregnant!" Kind of a nice feeling really.

It's all beginning to become rather real now, tangible. So many things to do, to buy, to prepare.

Reminiscing

Given that I haven't touched rock in well over 3 months, and haven't actually had a real 'climb' in what feels like forever, I was flicking through some old photos of myself.... well, the internal mag at work decided to do a little piece on me about my climbing, and I had to find photos of me climbing, very difficult considering I usually take the photos.... but I digress.

I think I'm coming to the shocking reality that my climbing days are numbered, at least for a little while, what, with bub growing inside me. And just as the weather is getting all fantastic and climb worthy, and I'm beginning to feel really non sick. I think I'll need to get out for a bit of a trip, even if I can't climb, just to be out there.