Ooohs and Aaahhs

Meet my early push present and late engagement ring.  She is encrusted with a huge sapphire + diamonds. Sound familiar? Yes, it’s just like Kate Middleton’s ring only a fraction of the size! But I am in love with her.

As you all know, B and I eloped last December and it all happened so quickly that I never got an engagement ring. I’ve never been the sort of girl who fantasized about getting engaged, having a big diamond ring, having the gigantic wedding, with the Vera Wang gown, and a wedding cake that costs way more than it should.  As a matter of fact, I cannot stand the idea of all that BS of everything that goes with getting married traditionally.  I suppose you can attest it to my shyness and my hatred of being centre of attention. (Yes, for those of you who do know me very well – I AM SHY!!! I may not seem like it to you now but I promise you I am shy shy shy. Ask my Mama about how I ruined my kindergarden Christmas show because I refused to speak in front of the audience!)   Our Gibralar wedding was the most absolute perfect day as it was just about us.  Of course our families and friends where missed so much more than we thought we would miss them, but because it was just B and I, the day was all about US.  The way a wedding should be about.  Absolutely no stress! Not even when I tripped, smashed my camera lens  and tore my tights infront of about 50 people. ( Thank goodness for that camera strore around the corner that replaced the lens + the Dorothy Perkins that had the exact color tights I needed.) Or the fact that Gibraltar is actually a massive sh*thole of a place.  It exactly how I could have ever asked to get married. Nothing at all could have ruined that perfect day.

Anyways, I am getting side tracked.

My point is, I never needed THE ring. I had a simple wedding band with a small diamond, with our initials and the date engraved inside it.  It was enough for me.  I had love, happiness, and the fairytale. I didn’t need THE ring to solidify anything.  A big old diamond that looks like a different version of other people’s engagement rings just didn’t excite me as much as it did other women. I am not really sure why, to me it was just so ordinary.  But that is just me.  Don’t get me wrong, I do LOVE to admire beautiful engagement rings I see on other women. But I am just not that type of woman to want to flaunt anything like that. I hope I am not insulting anyone. I’m just really really REALLY shy!

I won’t go into the judgement B and I got for not having THE ring, but it is really quite funny how materialistic and crazy people get about this whole getting married thing sometimes. It takes away from the point of why you are actually getting married doesn’t it? I got cornered by a strange woman in Istanbul, who was a friend of a friend, at a club the weekend after our Gibraltar wedding. After hearing about our recent nupitals, she ran over to me grabbed my left and pulled it to her curious face.  As she saw nothing but a wedding band, she looked at me with disgust and disbelieve… with a look that said “You-said-yes-to-a-man-that-didn’t-propose-to-you-with-a-huge-diamond???” B and I laughed in disbelief right to her face and I said, “Are you joking?” She didn’t say anything but flash her huge rock in my face with a smirk as her fiance behind her proudly beamed at this action of hers.  Some people!!! I just wanted to slap her silly! This is exactly what I didn’t want THE ring for – the materialism and that sh*tty attitude that goes with it.  No matter what ring I had on my finger, she would have had some sort of opinion about it and would have flashed that tacky rock in my face no matter what. I didn’t want to play her game so I smiled politely and wished them all the best. All that mattered was that I had a man that loves me unconditionally and jumped at the chance to want to grow old with me.  That I know is 100% true without an expensive rock to show for it… I wonder if she could say the same?

Oh well. Won’t have to deal with that now, I’ve got the bling!  Best part is – its not the traditional kind of bling. Just like our non-traditional wedding. I love it and everything it symbolizes… our daughter and the life we have built together. It’s so much more than just an engagement ring. Best part? I still ain’t playing that Turkish bitch’s game!

Thank you to my wonderful husband. I love you.  

By the way, no baby yet! 39 weeks today!!! Come out, my darling Sofia!!!


Get Excited!!!

38 weeks and counting.  “Any day now” Dr. Sheldon tells me, “Your precious Sofia is ready to come out. Her head is engaged in your pelvis, her heartbeat is good and strong, your size/weight is consistent, you are good to go. Get excited!”  Yes, excited I am, to say the very least! Only there is one catch.  The hubby is across the world in Bangladesh until Friday. OMFG did you say??? Yeah. Tell me about it. Trust me, I have given my poor husband enough trouble to last him a lifetime. But work is work.  Someone has to bring in the dough and right now, its cannot be the Missus.

So, my plan of action? I have some amazing girls who are standing in and have had their mobile phones on high alert since Mr. Sullivan departed on the weekend.  They have been checking in on me on a daily/hourly basis and making sure I am well fed/rested/relaxed and keeping my legs (and cervix) closed until my beloved one returns.  No spicy foods. No long walks. Nothing to induce labor.  Every time I feel something I am on high alert and praying that it is nothing.  My anxiety is good because adrenaline actually stops labor. Most women go into labor when the body is most relaxed, which is why most labors start in the middle of the night during sleep. Because I am not sleeping and being anxious 24/7, I’m thinking I have more adrenaline in my system than usual.

Why am I so anxious? Well… besides the obvious… I am nervous because of my decision to give birth sans medication. I know I am going to experience the worst pain ever known to (wo)mankind, and I am choosing this despite what is available to us today.  One of my best friends, Helen Gomez Andrews in New York City, shared with me her birth story of going all natural. It inspired so much that I have decided to go the same route. A woman’s body was built for childbirth and it is going to know what to do. All I have to do is trust it and embrace the experience.  Pain in inevitable even if I go through an epidural or an elective cesarean, it will just come from different sources during and after the procedures. Recovery from natural childbirth will be a piece of cake compared to an epidural or a cesarean (stitches, catheter, needles, etc.)  The best part is I get to experience that first moment my daughter will be put into my arms the minute I push her out. Most women under medication don’t remember (epidural) or don’t even get this experience (cesarean)! This moment is so crucial for Mama to Baby bonding and breastfeeding.  And did you know it takes 6 weeks for the drugs given to you to get out of your babies system?? This inhibits the child from properly breastfeeding and can present obvious other problems to say the least.  Anyways, I could go on forever about my reasons. But I won’t bore you. Ben has been my number one cheerleader in making this goal of mine a reality and I will need him there to help me get through it.  Because I know the words GIVE ME AN EPIDURAL is going to be so tempting once I reach that transition… the only person that can really be there to encourage me to do this the way I want to do this my husband. So honey, get your a** home as soon as humanly possible!!!! Your daughter wants to come out and play!!!!

For any preggos out there on the fence about what kind of birth you want to have… you cannot make a decision until you watch this documentary.  The Business of Being Born will tell you what the medical industry does not want you to know.  Thank you to my BFF Helen for sharing this with me.  Muchos besos xxxx

Waiting Game



Sofia’s Animal Themed Nursery is all set for action! Here are some photos showcasing my fav highlights. I love its quirkiness with the (very fake) mini animal heads, the classic wooden rocking horse from Indonesia, and the retro prints by a local Melbourne artist.

My unborn daughter is actually more talented than ever expected… she has already started blogging from the inside!  Introducing… HIYA SOFIA!  My precious little one can tell you all about her little happy place herself.   🙂

37 weeks and counting… I could go any day now really.  It’s a waiting game from here on out. Sofia is a good and healthy size, in the right  position to come out, and as active as ever. I’ve spent my days reading countless books on how I am going to survive this labour sans medication (Yes, you read right. I do not have an OB, I have a midwife), how to take care of a newborn, the 411 on breastfeeding, researching on childcare, the list goes on.  This overload of information is doing my head in. So much so that I am tempted to just wing it and not worry so much about the little details. After all, I’ve lived my life the past couple years flying by the seat of my pants and it has brought me more happiness than ever – why change now?  I’ve met new Mama’s through this Mummy Group I have joined and it is amazing how some women are so type A about this whole that they know every single detail of what to expect, while others are just the opposite. I am sitting in the middle… more towards the slacker side of things simple because it’s just so overwhelming! Anyone else out there in the same boat???