It's weird - when we decided* to try and get pregnant, I didn't really think much about it all.  We were really lucky and it happened very quickly so maybe we didn't realise what path we were setting ourselves off on.  It's not like we're young and/or foolish, we're 34/35 and been together for 12 years and we wanted to make a baby but it's all so damn theoretical until that positive test.  And it stays a bit unreal, but on a slowly adjusting scale.

At the ripe old mark of 23 weeks, my body has changed A LOT, little Scooby is kicking, we've got bags of baby stuff accumulating, i'm going to pregnancy yoga (ok, only once), I'm slowly gearing myself up to watch a birth video, we've maybe chosen a name, we're going to start antenatal classes next week and  I've had a couple of outrageously vivid moments of "holy shit!  We're having a baby!"  It's becoming more real for sure.  But then I realise I'll laugh at this post at 39 weeks.  And laugh that I laughed at that post once baby is born.  Reality happens bit by bit and I'm slowly understanding you can't really mentally prepare for anything until you're in it.

* 'decided' being a little strong and possibly not entirely quite as decisive but more like....'we wouldn't...would we?  Maybe we would?  We did!  Wow!....cool.....'

I know it's early days but the excuse to shop for baby's room has been irresistible - even if the room doesn't yet exist.  I just hope the new house (we have yet to find) is big cause I'm showing no signs of slowing.

And I realise I'm leaning on the girly side of decorating but I figure this room is really for me for the first year, kid ain't gonna care if the florals & swans have crept in until he's a bit older, or in fact maybe he'll never care (amazing!)

I guess I should start buying actually useful things like breast pumps and changing mats sometime soon....*yawn


The white rocking chair was bought by my mum last weekend- I LOVE it.  Blue cushions made by Andy's mum, soft toys from local craft market - Andy choose the long pink dog for our boy - and thrifted crochet blanket.


The painting I bought from work and is by artist Stanley Jones, it's gorgeous and named 'My Father's House' based on the landscape in Provence.


Birdhouse made by Andy's uncle - we're going to make it into a lamp - or coat hook,  ethnic cushion from Tree of Life, other stuff is thrifted.