I have been doing all, I mean ALL that hippy natural prepartion stuff they tell you will help with the birth and milk supply. Like for example I have been taking this nasty tea, that tastes like rotten indian food (Marcos convinced that the tea is actually to abort the child, god what a terrible sence of humor) but I have quit that, because also I think baby hates it he tends to kick me very hard whenver I drink it… I have also been taking Arnica, and almond milk (no idea what thats for, but at least it tastes decent) flaxseed oil, oh and the list goes on, I'm probably doing too much but f*ck it i just want to be prepared, I NEED to be prepared… I WILL be prepared.
So anyway baby "hmmm" is constatly have a kickboxing jam inside of me which makes just about EVERYTHING very, well, diferent. Sleeping is out of the question, cause I get up about 20 times to pee, but ya know what, I need to get in that mind set of getting up all the time right? Oh now he has the hiccups, another favorite pastime of his, especially when we are doing the relaxation techniques in yoga class, which makes relaxing kind of funny when my stomach keeps popping up and down.
oh yes yoga class. SO fricken fuunnn I love being in a room full of pregnant woman, things never get boring, especially because they are Italian as well, and if you didnt know, Italy and its people are NEVER boring. There is much drama and emotions, but in a very animated funny way, like how one woman comes in ranting that her husband wont have sex with her because he is afraid of "poking" the babies head. I swear.
On that note onto the nursery, which I have before and after pics, oh yeah! And sorry in advance for the crappy quality pictures it was all taken from my macbook, I have no idea how to use Marcos Cannon… bare with me, Ill learn when booger comes. Cheers, and my next post will probably be with baby whos name is not reaveled yet!
|a before shot|
|a during shot|
|an I have no idea shot|
|another boring before shot… you get the picture|
|Marcos mother spent many oh many happy hours on these curtains|
|the lil bed where baby will be sleeping in our room, when hes still a baby bean|