Well hello there.
What a weird and wonderful couple of days it’s been. In this tree-like womb we call home we have been literally bombarded with torrential rain, high winds and hail stones the size of golf balls. And no – I’m honestly NOT exaggerating. In fact, we always thought that it was an exaggeration when people said that – until they hit our side (plastic) roof on Friday afternoon and punched 37 holes in the one side and 5 in the other AND cracked one of our skylights. Then we saw the golf ball sized pieces of hail up close and personal and filmed them, and the damage they caused, for posterity. And insurance claims.
And then came the downpour and the use of every kitchen utensil that could hold water. At one point we had 18 different receptacles on the floor and it was still like wading through a toddler’s pool to get to empty them. It was WET people. Very, very wet. And we mopped and emptied and mopped and emptied some more. We had to heave armchairs and tables and furniture out of the area as we held umbrellas in our hands. It was actually quite comical. By the time evening came we were very sore, stiff and more than a little damp. We retreated to a hot bath and slept fitfully whilst dreaming of water flooding the rest of the house. Thankfully, this did not turn out to be the case. The floor was wet, the buckets, saucepans, mixing bowls, baking tins et al needed emptying but it was contained to the little outdoor/indoor sunroom area and all was well, relatively speaking.
Yesterday, the hubble spent the day up on the severely battered roof trying to patch holes with duct tape, parcel tape and tarps in the hopes of reducing some of the water intake due in the second lot of storms predicted for that afternoon. Thankfully, when the next torrential downpour arrived (and boy did it ever) there was not the predicted second round of hail. I’m not sure what’s left of the roof would have survived to be honest. The repairs didn’t hold up all that well. Sadly, it turns out that tarp is not waterproof but the tape did pretty well. However, we did see the return of most of our water containing receptacles. And this morning, well, let’s just say that we haven’t been in there yet, but when we do we’ll be needing our wellies and our mops. Again.
And what did I do when not mopping and moving bowls around to catch drips? I nested like something demented. Yes. I went under the house, dug through all the bags to find the ‘unisex’ baby clothes that have been stored under there for nearly 3 years, brought them upstairs, mooed through them very slowly, often saying to the hubble, ‘Oh. Look at this one. Can you believe Beanie used to be so small?’ before moving on to the next cute, teensy little outfit or pair of bootees or minute pair of socks. And then it was to the washing machine. Many, many loads of tiny clothes later and mamma had to move all of her clothes out of all the drawers previously known as hers, to make room for the newest tiny little space invader when it arrives. In just a mere 10 weeks. Oh, so many tiny nappies and tiny outfits and tiny bunny rugs and that’s just the stuff that will work for both sexes. There are two more bags under the house of just GIRL stuff. If I have another girl, I’ll have to move house to fit all the stuff in! Where in God’s name did I used to put it all? Seriously!
And then there was the washing of the car seat, the washing of the car seat covers, the buying of the new booster seat for ‘big Sis’, the washing and storing of the pusher, the purchasing of a new ‘Arm’s Reach Co-sleeper’ from ebay and the driving out to Braeburn to pick it up. Thankfully, that was the hubble’s job. Except that they forgot to pack the most vital piece of the co-sleeper puzzle – the mattress and so we will have to go back and get that or get them to deliver it to the city, as it’s a 4 hour round trip for us to get to them again. Still, I’m very excited by the co-sleeper – it’s very convenient for a co-sleeping mamma like myself. I just roll over and pick up the baby to breastfeed in the night and then pop him/her back in the co-sleeper when done. No fuss, no drama, just maximum amount of sleep between feeds and a very happy baby.
The hubble also spent the long weekend painting curtain rails, fitting curtain rails and putting up curtains. It’s only taken us about a year to do the family room. Now we have to do the same for the living room.
It’s odd to think that in just a few more weeks there will be a new little brother or sister for Beanie. A new little life to care for and love and hopefully not screw up too much. I somehow can’t really get my head around it. It seems too, I don’t know… immense. Our girl is already the centre of our Universe, how will that work when there is another little love-bug to share that Universe with? We both think that Beanie will be an amazing big sister. She’s such a compassionate, caring and switched on child already and she is so tapped into the baby. She kisses the belly every day and says good morning or good night or I love you to the baby. She draws pictures of me with the baby inside of me. She talks about the baby with me and seems to understand the whole process much more clearly than any other 3-yr old I’ve met. No doubt there will be a few teething problems but overall, we’re not anticipating much in the way of sibling rivalry. It will be interesting to see if we’re right.
And so, here I am. Big, round and expectant in more ways than one. Trying to cope with other types of water’s breaking and beginning the final countdown to this pregnancy journey’s end. May it all be just a (minor) storm in a DD Cup in the end.