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The Lullaby

Many moons ago, before I met The Wifey, I watched a documentary on human life.

A part that always resonated with me involved a study in which babies were played the same tune every day while in utero.

Once living outside the womb, these babies were then placed in a room with other babies that had not been played music.

As you could imagine the room was eventually full of crying babies….until that specific tune was played. The babies that had been listening to the tune in utero stopped crying immediately.

Of course I thought this experiment was awesome and decided I would try this effect if I were ever to become pregnant.

And so here we are.

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It’s bedtime and as The Wifey rubs my tummy we start to sing our lullaby. The same lullaby that we sing to our Little Jedi every night.

When selecting the perfect lullaby, the first song that came to mind was, “My Little Buttercup” from The Three Amigos…. naturally.

Is it a lullaby? No

Is it appropriate? Not particularly (although we did tweak the lyrics).

Will we learn the dance moves that accompany the song and perform it in front of our son at his 21st birthday? You betcha!

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The Instagram Project

It’s a new year and I’ve been on maternity leave for just over 3 weeks. The Little Jedi’s due date is in a couple of days. Everything is going well although I don’t think he is in any rush to come out. I’m going to take that as a compliment.

We started the year off perfectly with a dip in the ocean….

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The Wifey moved into her new office and our Little Jedi officially became a North Melbourne Kangaroos member (you have to brainwash them young).

The labour bag is packed, the car seats are installed and his nursery is complete.

I’ve been cooking dinners in bulk and the fridge and pantry have been cleaned out and reorganised. The nesting phase has truly settled in.

Are we excited to meet our Little Jedi?

Of course!

Are we ready?

As ready as we’ll ever be!

Am I terrified?

ABSOLUTELY!

For those of you that don’t know, The Wifey has been documenting our ivf journey. Named, “Our Story To Make You”, you can see the teaser trailer here. Our journey to a positive pregnancy had not been an easy one so grab a tissue.

Until the final product is complete we decided to start an Instagram account of the same name.

Giving ourselves a “photo a day” challenge, The Wifey shoots the images while I write a story to accompany it. It might be a journal entry, letter to our son or a random story. Sometimes there will be an image explaining our backstory.

Hopefully we can keep it up.

For now, it’s all about the beach ball that is my belly….

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The Little Jedi

This post was written over a week ago….

Nestled in his cosy home, he waits.

A hooded brown cloak covers his face and body, lightsaber in hand. It is not live.

The Force surrounds him with such intensity that it makes him strong.

He grows.

As the days turn to weeks The Force continues to flow through him.

He holds the lightsaber tightly. Waiting.

7 weeks and then it begins. The lightsaber is activated and pulsing to the beat of his heart.

Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub

The Force is strong with this one.

Our Little Jedi.

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This date will forever hold special meaning in my heart. Not only because it makes reference to the awesomeness that is STAR WARS but because that is the day The Wifey and I had our fourth embryo transfer.

A transfer that would produce a positive result.

When we told our ivf nurse that we were pregnant (we had peed on a stick before the official blood test would 100% confirm it) she said, “The force is strong with this one”. She had no idea that we already had a nickname for a little embryo….

Little Jedi.

As we waited those first agonising weeks for our Little Jedi to snuggle in and make himself comfortable in my womb, I would visualise a little Jedi with a brown cloak covering his body. His face was hidden by a hood and he was holding a lightsaber.

As our 7 week scan approached I would visualise the lightsaber lighting up and pulse as a result of his beating heart.

I would keep saying, “We are strong. The Force is strong with us. We will have a strong heartbeat.”

It became my mantra. Over and over I would repeat it, willing it to come true.

I’m not a religious person but I am an imaginative one. You have no idea how much this ridiculous visualisation helped me.

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We are now 25 weeks strong and the Little Jedi and I are doing marvellously.

He is kicking up a storm or, as I like to imagine, practicing his lightsaber moves and Jedi mind tricks.

Oh, and if you haven’t figured it out already, our Little Jedi is a boy!


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The Toy

This is MY toy.

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Do not move my toy. In fact, don’t touch it at all.

It is mine. Do you understand?

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I’m serious. If you attempt to touch my toy in any way, I kid you not, I will whip out my laser eyes and BLOW YOU TO SMITHEREENS!

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You have been warned.


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The Thief

I knew something was wrong as soon as I opened my door and the hint of stale smoke invaded my nostrils. Next was the open glove box and scattered CD covers.

Someone had broken into my car.

Toy planes, bouncy balls and a pair of novelty heart-shaped sunnies were strewn across the front passenger seat. The CDs were still in their covers. Clearly they weren’t impressed with my musical taste….their loss.

I don’t keep money or any other valuables in my car. I’m sure the thief was terribly disappointed. After all, they only walked away with an old pair of beaten up Oakleys (my back up pair of sunnies).

I’m actually more annoyed by the fact that I have to replace said back up pair then the fact that my car was violated.

Next time I’ll remember to lock my doors.


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The Mighty Fine Start

It’s 9.10am on a thursday. I can already tell it is a beautiful sunny day outside. We had the air con on earlier. Yep, we are definitely not in Kansas anymore! Or, more accurately, Melbourne.

We are in our airbnb brownstone in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I’ve been awake since 5.30am. 28 hours of travel with only an hour’s sleep and a head cold will tend to do that.

But we’re here now, safe and sound.

We stayed here last year and driving down 5th Ave (man, I love their street signs!), it felt like we were returning to an old friend. We passed the cafe where The Wifey managed to find a decent cup of coffee and, no doubt, our first stop this morning. We also returned to the mexican restaurant around the corner for dinner last night before we completely crashed.

We don’t have any grand plans for today. After all we have 10 more nights to explore. After hunting down a cream cheese toasted bagel (a tradition on our New York jaunts….listen to me name-dropping! This will be my 3rd time in New York. 6th time for The Wifey! What can we say? We LOVE this city!) we’ll catch the subway to Manhattan and head to B&H….the holy grail for photographers. Then maybe we’ll head to Books Of Wonder (an AWESOME children’s book store) so that I can get my fix.

I’ll try to post regularly.

Until then, here’s the view from our room. You jelly?….

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The Face

Mumma, I’m telling you….I did not get dry food this morning.

Look at my face. Does this look like a face that would lie to you?

Why are you picking up your phone?

No, don’t call Mum. We all know she hasn’t got the best memory.

Aw, c’mon! Don’t listen to her!

Look at me! I’m wasting away!

Fine! Don’t give me extra dry food then. Walk away, I don’t care!

I’m going to go pee in your kitchen sink….

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