Announcing...

it's been a long 5 weeks not being able to blog about this.

i have had urges but i have waited until our announcement picture was all done.

we are excited to announce the we will be growing to a family of 5 with baby #3 awaiting it's arrival in
february 2014.

these last 5 weeks have been a roller coaster ride full of morning sickness, lack of energy, sleepy eyes (straight after waking up in the morning) and the biggest thing missing all the foods that i love.

each child i have carried has been different, but this one has been the hardest and feels like an eternity.

i have never had nausea straight from week 5, i have never not been able to eat the foods i love, i have never lacked energy quite like this before.

but in saying that, when those 2 lines came up i was so - i dont even think excited covered my emotions, i think it was more close to ecstatic. 

it was an emotional journey to this point, this child is the only one that we have tried for and it took 5 months (it seemed much much longer to me) to fall pregnant. the other 2 lads only took a month because surprise surprise they just came along without my knowledge ; ).

having taken so many tests with the result of negative being the common result, the last test i took with a very level head saying to myself "it's ok if your not, just give it a go."

i closed my eyes then re-opened them to see a second line appearing rapidly.

my eyes were full of tears and i literally wanted to do a fist pump while jumping in the air.

i found this picture on pinterest once and knew that's how i wanted to tell jevan the next time i fell pregnant, and that's exactly what i did. while he was at work because i could not wait to tell him.

the excitement came to a crashing holt when a week later nausea set in, my 6:30am walks ceased because i was super tired, i could no longer drink my carrot and apples juice daily, vegetables made me want to hurl, my hormones were all over the place and i was crying one minute and then screaming the next. i did promise myself whilst we were unsuccessful those months before that i would really enjoy this pregnancy and not wish it to fly by so this week i have been not only counting down the weeks until all this goes away but i have been enjoying this journey because quite seriously if this bambino is boy # 3 this mumma will be done. 

makai is so excited to help he tells me he is going to feed it and give it baths and play buzz lightyear with it, i'm excited for him and braxton, they are going to make the best big brothers : ).

on another sad note - i'm already feeling super super SUPER bloated and for someone who never shows until after 19 weeks this is a different feeling, still undecided whether i like it.

Boys Are From Mars

lately i've been finding myself saying:

"you are such a boy"

"only a boy would do that"

"boys will be boys"

i am a mother of two boys and how do i know this?

our house is full of any mode of transport - you name it we have it.

cars, diggers, boats, garbage trucks, tractors, trains, planes, helicopters the list could go on.

i am consistently telling not kaikai but bracky now as well to get their hands out of their pants.

this is a CONSTANT basis, it happens at any point even when we are out at the shops and just about to have lunch, mid-conversation with someone - where's their hands, down their pants.

i have to say it does drive me INSANE.

their fingers are up their noses 24/7 and sometimes they go for the full boy-ness of sticking their finger in their mouth afterwards.

they will not watch movies about princesses or any girl that is the star feature, their is the exception of Jesse in Toy Story - but "she's a cowboy mum."

our book collection merely exists of you guessed it anything that remotely is related to transportation.

they love spending the afternoon playing outside particularly playing sports, this includes a game of rugby between the two of them.

they are the first ones to jump in the mud, run in the rain, anything that gets them all dirty so mum has to change them - they are there.

they would absolutely LOVE it if i would let them run around starkies all day long.

doesn't matter if they knock themselves into anybody they just get up (scratches, blood and all) and keep playing because they are boys.

my mother's reply to all this is "they are just normal boys,"

i am feeling quite out numbered in our little family of four but that's ok.

because at the end of the day just before i tuck them into bed they always make sure they give their mumma a kiss.