Differences in pregnancy

So as you’re already aware I’m pregnant! I’m twenty one weeks, showing and not fitting into any of my clothes already! It’s a bit sad actually, I thought I’d have months before I wouldn’t be able to do up my pants but no we’re already here! ( I’ve always been a size 6-8 and now I’m a size 10! 😦 I wasn’t even that big in my last pregnancy) Anyway I’m actually here to talk about the differences I’ve experienced with my pregnancies thus far.
When I was pregnant with Milla I had morning sickness for about four or five months straight, no relief. And not just morning sickness all day sickness. I got so good at being able to time when I was going to be sick that I could hold on up three flights of stairs, tie my hair up and not miss the toilet bowl. (Impressive right!) This time around I was literally violently ill for two days in the very beginning, which is how we knew that I was up the duff! After those two horrendous days I felt slightly nauseous but was able to keep food down and able to go on with my daily functions. I was and just am exhausted all the time, could also be that I have a toddler!
First time around I didn’t show pretty much at all till the six month mark, I had a few pimples but nothing tell tale till over half way in. This time I started showing at about nine weeks, my boobs instantly grew and I had pimples EVERYWHERE! Not to mention my cravings are all over the place, first time all I wanted was sweet food and ate quite a lot of junk, now it’s savoury tastes. I’ve hardly eaten any junk food and been eating protein and veggies as if there going out of fashion.
Both pregnancies I can’t come at any form or red meat for weeks, can’t even deal with the smell. I basically have to psych myself into eating it, with the hope it doesn’t come back up at some point. Which it usually does within the hour. However this time after thirteen weeks I’m more than happy to have a steak for dinner even asking for it without throwing it up or psyching myself into actually putting it in my mouth! Woohooo

Everybody thought I was carrying a boy because all my symptoms were so different from the first time, and at my twelve week scan the sonographer was certain that we were carrying a male. Which my partner was ecstatic about! I wasn’t exactly ready to believe her when I was still so early into my pregnancy but we rolled with it anyway. My partner was so excited he started telling immediate friends and family, which was fine. I was just a tad resilient given how early we had been given the gender results. However it began to grow on me the idea that we were going to have a little boy and that Milla was going to have a brother. Even the pregnancy “carrying” myths started to become evident;
•Acne outbursts – Check
•Breast increase – Check
•Salty food cravings – Check
•Left sleeping position – Check
•No morning sickness – Check
•Chine zodiac calendar – Check
•Headaches – Check
I honestly believed I was having a boy, and this time around everything was different I just assumed I would have to be carrying the other gender!
In the back of my mind I knew it was still possible that I could potentially be carrying a girl it just wasn’t all that probable.
However at my last scan the eighteen to twenty week screening we found out that we were actually expecting a little girl and there most certainly were no boy bits. That was disappointing for my partner and confusing for everyone we’d already told! Alas there is going to be two little Fyfe princesses in our household!
I never thought for two seconds I would have to name two little girls, and we are really struggling to come up with a individual uncommon girls name that we don’t hate.
With Milla we knew instantaneously what her name was going to be and we believe it suits her incredibly well, this time though nothing we can think of, come up with, research seems right. So we’re just going to have to wait and test them all out I guess. Does anybody have a good girls name?

I’m quietly excited to have another little girl! And I can’t wait for Milla to meet and get to know her little sister, I always wanted a sister and never got one so it’s going to be exciting to see how they get along. However I am nervous that Milla may be a bit catty towards another little girl taking her limelight, but I guess we will find out in about four months time! (Ok that’s just too soon!)
Two little girls! I’m so excited to see my partner with his other little girl, I know how special his bond is with Milla so I’m sure with two it’s just going to intensify and be so magical and cute! And girls and their daddies is a match made in heaven!
Speaking of matches made in heaven, my midwife is my spirit animal! I have a distaste for taking vitamins or really pills in general, I personally find them unnecessary if you have a healthy balanced diet. Anyhow my midwife too finds them avoidable, claiming that we just wee out half the nutrients anyway! So recommended two kiwi fruit, two eggs daily and half a Berocca twice weekly, which should suffice the need to take pregnancy vitamins! Woohooo
Although I did find out I had a mild iron deficiency so I do have to take iron tablets, but that’s ok! (Also happened first pregnancy) Needless to say I’m thrilled that I got placed with a midwife that has suggested this, I feel so relived that I don’t have to lie to her constantly that “yes I’m taking my vitamins” when in actual fact I don’t even own any! It’s my personal choice not everyone’s and if you do want to take my midwifes advice seek the guidance of your doctor first.

I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am for matching outfits!
Can you tell I’m excited! Hahah
Just have to think of a name!

Has anybody else had completely different pregnancy experiences however the same gender?

Two year olds!

Two year olds are a new breed of human!
When ‘they’ say “terrible twos” they mean it!
(I say ‘they’ and ‘these’ being other parents who have been through this age group and/or have given advice or commented)
The first couple of months are fine, perfect even (I speak for my child only), as if all these people are just lying to you when they mention the ‘two’s’ as if it’s some mystical beast! And then all of a sudden something snaps and your toddler turns into a little miniature devil creature. That are not hesitant to fall to the ground and have a tantrum when you the parent says no to chocolate, no to more Peppa Pig, no to going to the swimming pool, no to the park, no to not going out naked, or anything really, you are likely to encounter a screaming crying alien child. And then there is the attitude, and you’re just like “where the hell did that come from?” They assume that they can talk back without consequence, or tell you no, or blatantly guess that their going to get their own way because they said so? (Come on dudes)
It’s honestly as if the naughty switch got turned to high voltage and tantrums are the new black.
However it’s not just restricted to home, oh no! It is more than likely and probable that it is going to happen in public more often than not. Talk about embarrassing.
Especially when you’ve said no to chocolate, lollies, toys, ice-cream or something super random that their now carrying around and BAM the water works and ear piercing screaming starts, and now you’re the centre of attention. Because it’s obviously you’re fault!
And when you think you can’t take it anymore they surprise you with yet another tantrum so that you’re so close to tears your self you too may drop to the floor kicking and crying. Which you might go do with the toilet door locked just to get it out of your system and be able to deal with the rest of the day! (This is why parents drink!)

However two year olds aren’t all bad! The amount of growth and development that occurs every single day is phenomenal! At this age they are able to communicate so well and it becomes encouraging and special to hear them speaking and telling you stories. You start discovering their personalities and character traits, (we have a little comedian on our hands, she’s always doing something to make us laugh) which is so magical because you see the person they are going to become. As much as I hate the tantrums I LOVE this age, I love being interactive with my child and being able to communicate reasonably well, it proves to us as parents what all the hard work is for and why we put in so much effort and diligence.

For a while I was quite worried that my toddler wasn’t interacting with her toys much or at all, and would prefer to hang out with me doing whatever it was I was up to or with anybody that was around, it definitely concerned me a bit. As much as I would encourage her she would have very minimal interest in playing for long and boy does she have a magnitude of potential toys to take her fancy! Any who at two she finally took an interest in playing independently! She took an interest in the great expanse of toys she has always had and now we can’t go anywhere without something in tow! We even have several hundred in our big girl bed. It defiantly puts my anxious mind at ease that finally she’s normal! That is probably a poor choice of words, however it was pretty weird and a bit uncommon in my group of mum friends, have any of you had a similar occurrence? Or the pleasure of dealing with a terrible two?

As I said before their not all bad! This age as much as it’s draining and very frustrating at times is by far my favourite age so far! She’s my best friend, my little gremlin and one of the best companions around! Goodness this parenting thing is hard!

Can I pull a ‘sickie’ from parenting?

Don’t you wish you could call in sick from your kids? Seriously just imagine if there was some sort of hotline where you picked up the phone and went ‘sorry I’m feeling a bit unwell today I’m just going to stay in bed, I hope that’s ok?’ then hung up the phone and just went back to sleep instead of getting up and making breaky and all the other joyous things us parents do at ungodly hours of the morning.

I have realised that there are numerous flaws in my ‘pulling a sickie’ theory.
Firstly where would this mythical hotline be connected too? Grandparent? Nannying service? Spare housewife?

Secondly, mum guilt! Incredible, increasing mum guilt! I don’t know about you but the second I know some else is looking after my child instead of me purely because I can’t be f’d, I would feel sooooo guilty :/

Thirdly, yeah right this is ever going to actually eventuate into a realistic thing!

However just take a moment to think about what I’m suggesting….
Pulling a sickie from all parental responsibilities for the whole day! No waking up and instantly making five different breakfast because the first four weren’t what they wanted or they “don’t like it”
No nappy changes or toilet trips with a toilet training demon toddler
No getting them dressed continuously or outfit changes
No seven hundred snack demands
No screeching at having to take a nap, even when their over tired
No playing with toys you couldn’t give two cahoots about
No reading the same book five times in a row
No dinner on the floor
No kids shows!
No bath time
No bed time
No tantrums!
No park trips

Just one day of blissful sleep in, perhaps reading in bed, perhaps snacks other than something from the baby isle, hot tea/coffee! A marathon of trashy reality tv, or actually catching up on missed episodes, a long bath, uninterrupted meal, a convosation that doesn’t end in ‘no’ or screaming, peace and quiet.

Let’s just imagine this fantasy one last time as we read this blog in a glimpse as we drift off, fold the washing or finally take a moment to relax after putting the kids to bed ( or in the bathroom with the door locked!).
Maybe tomorrow will be the day that you too wish we could take a ‘sickie’ from the kids that we love.

And as I write this post my little girl has a horrendous cold which she will most likely pass on to the rest of the house hold! so see ya later day of the ‘sickie!’

Pregnancy woes…

I’m not positive why but this pregnancy round I have never felt more self conscious about my appearance. Yes you heard right, I am pregnant again! I’m about eighteen weeks along now however we have been uncertain on dates the whole time since I was having a few health issues before we found out the big news.
As I stated originally I am feeling extremely self conscious, I know that with second or third or however many babies you’re up too the pregnancy ‘showing’ can happen a lot earlier than the first pregnancy and boy is that true! However that’s not the only confidence issue! Where the hell did all these pimples come from? I’ve never had acne before and I wasn’t a particularly pimply teenager but now WOW! A new colony breaks out every single week and they don’t go away 😦

And hair! Either it’s falling out in clumps or growing rampant where it’s not falling out?! WTF
And emotions, seriously I could cry at just about anything
AND non of my pre-pregnancy clothes fit me nor undergarments and that’s not making me feel fuller, or more beautiful or glowey it is purely making me feel behemoth (which I’m not, because I’m not a very big girl) and uncomfortable and a little depressed, I don’t want to be limited to only wearing my partners clothing or having to go out and buy maternity clothing at not even twenty weeks 😦 normally I would be all for a new wardrobe but not like this. Perhaps I should just wear a burqa and be done with it?
ALSO what is it with being sleepy and hungry all at the same time but actually being able to fall asleep at the worst of times, especially when your toddler is wide awake and wanting to go to the park, but your purely too lightheaded and exhausted todo anything! Has anybody else been redeculously lightheaded during pregnancy? I have low blood sugar and normally low blood pressure but it’s never made me feel sick before, doctors have said everything’s fine though.
I haven’t taken a bump photo till two weeks ago and still haven’t posted it on any social media site purely because I don’t like how I look in it. Which kinda hurts me because I was so open and sharing with my first pregnancy and posted photos consistently and wanted to show off my growing body and this time around it’s as if a switch has been turned off.
Don’t get me wrong I don’t hate being pregnant and I definitely love newborns and babies and the whole process, I just didn’t realise how hard, exhausting, mildly depressing (hahah), and purely magical second (third) pregnancies were. Maybe it’s just me? And I needed to have a rant and possibly a big cry and to eat twenty four chicken nuggets and a whole tub of ice cream and just suck it up and move on!

Any way have any other mummies out there felt this way with there second/third/fourth pregnancies?

So now she’s 2! 

We made it too two (insert shocked face here). Every year I am actually shocked that we made it to the next milestone, I know how terrible that sounds but it’s true! The second birthday rolled around and this year we decided to break the processed sugar ban, so I went ahead and made a ‘proper’ cake and we even bought her an ice cream. Which she wasn’t even that interested in! (Mum win!) However we experimented again and boy what a wild sugar ride that was! Just makes me incredibly thankful that we held off for so long, and proves that we have done the right thing with our child. 

We also vowed that on her second birthday the ‘dummy fairy’ was coming to take the dummy. Well that lasted all of about two hours before we realised that we couldn’t ruin or put a negative connotation towards her birthdays so we gave in! However now we have specific times and places when we can use the dummy and that seems to be working quite well for us. (Another mum win?!) 

Apart from the above other things have developed too, I swear that when little miss woke up on her birthday, over night she had developed a distinct attitude! And since Friday it has come out a number of times, she has become a miniature me, which is not a terrible thing it’s just hilarious and like nothing we have seen or experienced before. (I hope it doesn’t become a problem.) 

Missy has also increased her speech drastically! Since taking the dummy she has progressed incredibly, almost saying full sentences, asking for things, talking with us, singing, just being an amazing little speaking person! Haha 


So the terrible two’s! We have sure experienced the ‘terrible’ tantrums and far out I didn’t think it was possible or comprehendible to have a screaming kicking tantrum about not being allowed to eat chocolate for breakfast?! Or not taking her clothes off every thirty seconds?! Or not being allowed outside when it’s raining?! Seriously something’s are the end of the earth to a two year old! 

And don’t expect a quick trip up the road to be ‘quick!’ EVERYTHING is a distraction and they need to help with EVERYTHING and if they can escape they probably will! (Mine won’t even look back) 


The joys of a two year old!! 

However what a beautiful and amazing age! The learning, the experiences and the amount of interaction is beautiful, you are able to visualise the person they are becoming, you can do things with them, you can role play and get them apart of things, have convosations, you start knowing who they are and it’s so special to get to watch and be involved in the process. As much as it’s a hard time it’s also a very special and exciting time! 

However who has tips on how to handle tantrums? Hahaha 
P.S is anybody’s child not particularly that interested in toys? 

Milla willl play with a toy for all of a minute and then loose interest and then not be interested in it again, even if I’m playing with her.. she’d rather be doing things with me 

Lil travellers

As my followers know my family and I moved interstate just over a year ago to Brisbane, well as of this week (or a few weeks ago) we have moved interstate again. Back to Melbourne!

Anyone who has a toddler will sympathise with me here that it is near impossible to move, pack, organise or have a serious convosation with a toddler; not even taking into account the whole travelling between states part and the whole confusion and new surroundings they once again have to get used too part of moving interstate with a small person.

Well we decided to take the risk once again, for countless reasons including the fact that after a year of having next to no help externally with our daughter we are throwing the towel in a stating yes grandparents/friends we NEED you! Hahahah next to other things!

Nevertheless this time around we decided to drive the one thousand six hundred and eighty kilometres with our nearly two-year-old daughter in tow! (insert concerned face emoji). I was extremely dubious when my partner came to me with the idea at first, because we had already discussed that once again Milla and I would fly down and that he would do the arduous drive and meet us there a day later. We already knew that she was amazing on planes and has become quite the frequent flyer, easily able to make friends with all the attractive flight attendants and seamlessly fall asleep as soon as the assent is over, however driving was a whole new ball game!

In the first six months of life she was an absolute nightmare in the car, even the mere thought of putting her in the car gave us a migraine, we knew we’d have to endure screaming and fussing and continuous whinging until we were stopped at our destination. This only stopped once her car seat was faced forward and even then it was still a harrowing experience! So you can imagine my anxiety levels when I thought of the prospect of driving for eighteen and a half hours with the hater of automobile’s! Although I agreed hesitantly, with my heart fluttering and my desire to smash back a large bottle of vino to calm my anxiety I began to imagine every single horror that we may have to sustain…..

I came up with the great plan that we would just drive most of the trip whilst she slept! (ingenious right?!) Well boy didn’t I get that so, so, SO very wrong! I didn’t take into account that whilst we were moving, discarding and packing that we would hardly get any sleep the night previous to driving and that we’d have a thousand things to-do during the day so that would also cut out the possibility of sleeping along side Milla during the day, so when we finally did say our farewells and get on the road it wasn’t long before my partner and I would need to pull over and sleep most of the night away. Great planning I know! Anyway as I began dreading the next hundred couple of kilometres that we’d have to drive it dawned on me that little miss would now be awake through most of it! Which terrified me even more, so as we set off with a snoozing baby I began stressing.  As the morning drew on she woke up, had something to eat and began entertaining her self, (by pulling everything out that was next to her), making the whole car laugh and even read to herself for a few hours, my anxiety levels started dropping. However my partner and I knew just how far we’d have to drive and were both mildly worried that eventually she would loose it.

As the hours rolled by she remained happy, would fall asleep every once in a while and we would stop every couple of hundred kilometres, even once stopping at the beach for an hour long play in the waves. The only time that she did have a tantrum was when we had to remove her from a playground or from the beach to get back into the car, which for a toddler is totally expected! As we slowly approached our destination we realised that we had panicked for all the wrong reasons, and that we completely planned our trip wrong!

We had an amazing traveller on our hands, one that loved planes and one that was a little miracle on super long car trips! So we put her in her jammies and into her sleeping bag, buckled her up in her car seat and drove the last three hours as she drank her bottle and fell asleep only to wake up in Melbourne surrounded by her grandparents.

We completely won the jackpot with this kid! Only time will tell if this continues but for know we are counting our lucky stars and spoiling the hell out of her for being absolutely amazing!

Dummy Wars

My little girl is going to be two in something like twenty-two days (not like I’m counting or crying or anything like that!) Anyway from about the first week of life she has had a dummy/pacifier/num whatever you want to call it, it has shut her up/soothed her since then. However now she is nearly two my partner and I are desperate to get rid of the horrid thing. In my eyes there is nothing worse than seeing a child at the park or out and about sucking or chewing on a dummy, we are lucky enough that our child doesn’t sleep with her dummy so that is not an issue however she does use it to initially fall asleep and then the mummy fairy goes in and steals it! I am beginning to stress on how we will remove the blasted thing, or get her to forget about it.

As I stated above she is almost two, for almost two she has an exceptional vocabulary and pleads for her dummy and uses extraordinary manners when she is ‘desperate’ for it. “Please dummy” “please mummy” which may seem cute, however it is not cute when you are trying to wean the child off from continuously sucking on something she doesn’t really need.

I have done quite a bit of research on this…

  • The simple take it away method, I suspect that this will result in a lot of screaming
  • The “I forgot it” trick, its undisputable that my child is too smart to actually believe this for long
  • To only have it in certain places… I feel that it will just creep into all the non-dummy zones!
  • Or to put something on it she doesn’t like, what in gods name would that be?
  • Or perhaps the old the ants are eating parts of the dummy?!

I know that this is the least of my problems and I could have a child with worst habits, I’m just not a huge fan of the thing. Originally I was never going to give her one, however two days in and continuous feeding/crying my partner and I just couldn’t take it anymore and gave in and ever since then she’s been attached to it, it saved me from feeding literally 24/7! (not even joking) However now at almost two I need help and suggestions.

(I can’t even stand getting photos of her with it!)

What have other people tried?